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My Dark Power (Other) by The Martyr
Itâs burning me now
I cannot see
It started somehow
Inside of me
Getting Hotter In Here
I'm begging to sweat
Theyâre not dying out there
I am not ready yet
Temperature has intensified
Past degrees beyond measure
The world was what I despised
I lived without pleasure
My eyes reflect flame
As yours can not do
I am the one to blame
Yes me not you
Although I do not love you
Loathe is what I feel
You may have told me tales
But I made them real
Do not ask for forgiveness
There is nothing to forgive
I accept nothingness
I know I cannot live
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Arithmetic Mean: 3.0
Weighted score: 4.7615943
Overall Rank: 11600
Posted: May 9, 2003 7:35 PM PDT; Last modified: May 9, 2003 7:35 PM PDT
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Anyone, by the way, in my opinion, that uses the word 'dude' loosely or tightly to gain familiarity or bridge age gaps in a conversation are normally better off just shutting the fuck up without appearing to be 'hip' or 'with it'. Dude, because, they're not in fact, it's sad. Everytime my little brother calls my dad 'dude', or my dad calls me dude? I think to myself, now here are two people that are so afraid of communicating they can't even use one another's proper birth name or said title, and yes James, that's sad. So could you refer to me from this point on as Duke Dudington? Thankyou, for your attention to this most serious of matters.