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Hate (Free verse) by Dead Poet
Like a piece of meat they threw me to the rabid dogs with no hysterical
applause.
With broken glass sticking in my wrist i've drained all my serpants
blood into the rusted starved glass.
My eyes are full of sorrow waiting to be rapped and having you having my
pride displaced.
My body leaking of deadly body fluids seeping into your brain, the
disfunction that drives you insane. The pain that you give to me. Bribs
me to the brink of my every ending suicide.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.6666665
Weighted score: 5.0794687
Overall Rank: 6383
Posted: March 21, 2003 1:00 PM PST; Last modified: March 21, 2003 1:00 PM PST
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