Becoming Indifferent

Member since 2002 · Posted 7 Aug 2002 · 3 comments

I want to be ridiculed by the tongues of thousands And dine with the kings of forsaken lands I want to drink the blood of all my enemies And cleanse the Earth with my own hands I want to scorch the flesh of many And blacken the dark-winged summer I want to flip the lightswitch off And make myself feel number I want to destroy God's creations And make my feelings dull I want to watch his empire tremble And lynch the ones responsible

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[8] razorgrin 8-Aug-02/6:04 AM Reply

i know that feeling well. The "summer/number" is a little awkward, though. Very cool, overall.

[n/a] <~> 8-Aug-02/7:05 AM Reply

i'm confused...wouldn't that be you?

[n/a] hmph 8-Aug-02/9:18 PM Reply

?

Wasn't I who?

I probably did contradict myself; it was more of a stream-of-consciousness thing that just happened to rhyme.