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Back in High School I used to write poetry. Some of you may have read some. I have decided to post some of it on here. I will change it every so often, but don't send me any messages telling me i need help. Just don't read it if you don't like it.

I did not write this one. It is from a CD i have.

OMEGA
Stone Sour

What a skeletal wreck of man this is.
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic tomesRunning rampant with free thought to free form
in the free and clear And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, nowWe all have a little sin than needs venting virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems a rift from branches of office do you know what your post entails?Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?Wind down inside of your atavistic allure the value of a Summer spent and a Winter earnedFor the rest of us there is always Sunday. the day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book.To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers.A vacation is a count-down T minus your life and counting time to drag your tongue across the sugar-cube and hope you get a tastewhat the FUCK is all this for?! (What the hell's goin' on?!) SHUT UP!!I could go on and on, but, lets move on shall we?Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs - haven't felt like this in years - the great magnet of malicious magnanamous refuse let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again.That's where you go when there's no-one else around its just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?Sanctomonious pretentious dasterdly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the triggerCLASSIFIED MY ASS! thats a FUCKING secret and you know it!Government is another way to say Better Than You.Its like ice but no pick a murder charge that won't stick it's like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you can't touch the silverwarehah, what luck fascism you can vote for isn't that sweetand we're all gonna die some day 'cuz thats the American way and I've drunk too much and said too little when your gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer, save face get yourself together and (see what's happening) SHUT UP! (FUCK YOU!) FUCK YOU!I'm sorry I could go on and on but it's time to move on so...Remember you're a wreck, an accident forget the freak, you're just natureKeep the gun oiled and the temple clean shit, snort and blaspheme Let the heads cool and the engine runBecause in the end, everything we do is just everything we've done.