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[Linas]

beat me to death
my blood bleeding from my flesh
shall be singing songs of the northern nazi punk bitches killaz
ill be true to myself, since i be born till i fucking die
i shall never be a punk-ass loser and i wont lie
Ill better die, but never sacrifie
freedom for money-gold shit bleeding
i suck sox instead of sucking cocks
i know my name aint shining through
im just a little motherfucker named Lue

[Satan]

beat me to death
my blood bleeding from my flesh
shall be singing songs of the northern nazi punk bitches killaz
ill be true to myself, since i be born till i fucking die
i shall never be a punk-ass loser and i wont lie
Ill better die, but never sacrifie
freedom for money-gold shit bleeding
i suck sox instead of sucking cocks
i know my name aint shining through
im just a little motherfucker named Lue

cheer up emo kid
stop being such a freak

[Eldanen]

I didn't take note of any definite meter in your poetry. Do you care to try again?

On the other hand, you're sexy, so I love you <3.

[silverchris9]

~“She is fast my wife, but save we do, th’denunciation lack.”

My soul and I are one, in perfect silence.
In unity or distance we are one
In song or sience we are one. I fear
Not that she can ever leave me, for the fire
Of her soul is of much plenty andif the plenty stays
Tis but for her.
I long for you and long against you
Play me like a bell
I am a lyre for your awesome wonder
I am infinite before your strength.
I am become all, or will be, for my knowledge
Of you is greater that myself:
I have no fear for you, for you are watching
Whether I pass or stop, or stay or end, you are always with me
The hours and the hours all unfolding
Cannot put an end to you, as hot, as ripe as heaven
You are the combined powers of my belated ending
You are the awareness that I come after Sigmund Freud
Do I hate you for ruining my relations with women?
Could I ever hate you? No, not you, the iron rod of myself
Without whom: in my flesh, no power. Secret strength
Invisible holy aura, sacred magic, God of me
Reverberate loudly. Make your shout across the hills
Make grand noise.

I hold fast to my silence. It is me.
The reticence with which I treat myself
Is what I am, and what I always will be.
I wake up every morning bright as dawn
And smile secret, counting every name.
I glory in it. It’s brilliant and it’s awesome.
It is glory. I smile and dance upon it, only it
Is what I find most valuable in me.
I oppose it to my silence,
I am both, and all, and either
And in the fleetingness of things I find their wonder.

Shine out bright for me, O sacred Name.
Shine out bright for me; I am your brother.
We were of the same stuff made,
And on the same hill of the gods learned trade
And ‘neath the same eye of the blue-bright heavens
We were taught the secrets of the earth.

I am as much a child of God as Thee,
So read me in your glory, make me known,
Exalt me as the equal of your glory
Make me similar unto your great power
Shout me rooftop’d: I will lay with you
Together, holy glory, we will read
The secrets deep within you, and that light.


All dancing with the silence.