Deformation  

rm_tp5678 41M
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12/4/2005 2:14 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Deformation


Puncturing the skin.
The scar that so many wore.
Your faith is created,
To cover up the sore.
I have been reformed.
Totally american made.
Mostly just deformed.
You've made my heart a spade.
Now its me you hate.
Can't you see you've made me?
I never wanted this.
How come you've betrayed me.
Show me your uninfected.
I will contaminate today.
A soporific syringe.
Wash my headache away.
I wish your god was real.
I'd feel good in hell this way.
If he made me in his image.
Far away from him I would stay.
I always wonder what I did to him?
Why he would make me suffer and pay?
Such a powerful prick.
If he really could take my pain away.
If your god was real.
I would have far more to hate.
Anyone who could cause such anguish.
His world I would desecrate.
I might be cracked and confused.
The simple I can complicate.
I always have a plan.
Even if I won't elaborate.
Unaccompanied and always alone.
Even with others beside.
Solitary confined in my mind.
The only one on my inside.
With no room for any more.
Your access has been denied.
I'm insensible to pain,
My last ticked to ride.

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