Free verse № 35441
Ode to the inafamous dark angel
Yes it is true most of us think the Dark Angel is a wench who couldn't even fuck herself while sitting on a bench
if you truly loathe this individual than rank it as 10 state your reason why and what ever the hell you want...
Dark Angel has no talent.
we do screw the government
23 comments
"Review of Another funeral hymn by horus8
N/R
Urban Western Goth
This song/sound pleases cinematically. . .the cross-weave of western desert acoustic & hip-hop/r&b is engaging, as well as the lyric references to psychic vampire, etc. Enjoyable mix! "
I thought you would enjoy this more then say some other layman.
1. You will address me by my proper Christian name, which is "-=Dark_Angel=-". This is a simple courtesy that I extend to others and that I expect others to extend to me.
2. To say that none of my comments are constructive in the slightest is a gross exaggeration. You will retract this remark.
3. I do not vote all the time, if by "Darky" you mean me, but I have voted on this poeme. I gave it a 10, because it is a work of great beauty and subtlety.
4. Your cannot spell or punctuate. Therefore I can only conclude that you are a Rogue. You will report to the Master's Lodge at three in the afternoon tomorrow for a stern lecture and tea.
I bid you Good Day.
You and the other recent users (if indeede they be other users) seem to be under the impression that by going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about -=Dark_Angel=- you will somehow bring a change to the site. You think that people will start to take notice, that they will join hands and sing a song of banning -=Dark_Angel=-.
Poppycock. The only change that will happen is that you and your bumchums here will receive the poemWanker award. Look around you. Look at my poemes. For centuries I have fought with dullards, scoundrels, knaves, idiots, dunces, fools, cowards, cads, slugabeds, lolligaggers, rastabouts, rogues, rapscallions, ne'er-do-wells, imbeciles and boisterous peasants, and who has been left standing? -=Dark_Angel=-.
My poemes are the graveyards for a thousand dead foes. Weep at the likes of poetie, who valiantly fought against AIDS imagery in creative writing until her untimely death at the hands of the FBI. Look at Yardbird and redneck, pathetic prawns of men who scuttle fearfully about the site, clandestinely posting tedious whines. They are not respected. They are not feared. They are not worshipped in ancient temples under the sea. -=Dark_Angel=- is.
If you know what is good for you, you will stop while you still can. You cannot possibly comprehend the scale of the horrors you are bringing upon yourself. Were you to scour the world's historical accounts for atrocities, you would find nothing the like of what you will witness if you pursue this path. The torments of hell are but an enflamed buttock compared to the trauma you shall be subjected to.
My child, you will weep tears of love for me or you will weep blood. Which is it to be?
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