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    dots Submission Name: Undertowdots
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    Author: particularshard
    ASL Info:    23/m/DC
    Elite Ratio:    4.21 - 1159/1392/363
    Words: 663
    Class/Type: Lyrics/Venting
    Total Views: 1122
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 4186



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       My friend was recently harmed. It made me very angry. This is my therapy.


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    My world burns red Injustice
    People left defenseless,
    Because the nanny-state doesn't trust us -
    The police the same people who bust us
    Talk about protecting the citizens -
    But the badge is rusted.
    I need some sort of closure.
    Some sort of absolution,
    Contemplating mass destruction,
    And Final Solutions.
    Hell I know my collusion!
    Three thousand dollar type writer.
    Seeking confusion,
    At the end of a pipe lighter.
    How will I raise my kids,
    Ever thinking that i did,
    Any less thing than making this world completely evil-rid?

    Somebody come and get me!
    Somebody try and stop me!
    I need to shed blood,
    Let somebody try and pop me!
    My rage aged like steins of fine wine and intertwined,
    With murderous hands, a big heart, and a sharp mind.
    And only on occasion when my soul gets to blazing
    Do I look upon the cities and can only think of razing
    This whole damn thing to the ground
    Until the only fucking sound is
    The fire and the burning and evolutionary learning
    Like milk that's been turning
    This has been left too long!
    Too many cheeks turned for too many damned wrongs.
    The obligation of the strong is to protect the pack
    And these weaklings better pray that I never get to act -
    Rape?
    That gets death,
    Murder?
    That gets death,
    And corruption?
    That gets pain until the last of their breaths,
    I may be the last one left,
    The last of my breed,
    The last one with the warm skin
    But blood at ice-freeze,

    I'm nice till I need
    To get vicious on the traitors,
    Till I'm frying up the flesh that tastes delicious from the rapers -
    A cannibal?
    You damn right!
    Yes we can fight!
    I'm an animal with mandibles I sharpen all night
    Then I hide in this man all day -
    But he knows, like I know,
    That I can always come out and fucking play -
    It's always too short I stay
    When he's too damn nice,
    He be meditating for hours while I'm sharpening knives,
    Parking in dives
    Looking for more low-lives -
    I need a sick crew to help me poke out the eyes
    Of all these lookers-on
    I'm cracked like hookers on,
    K Street or Gay Street,
    Maryland's cooking on,
    The flames on which i feed
    The Name is all I need -
    I'm Righteous like the Viper's Venom
    That inked the screed -

    I swim back to reality
    Examining my fallacies from shores
    Where we ignore cats who get paid fat salaries -
    I was Mickey with no Mallory,
    A Natural Born Killer,
    But now I sit peaceful
    Because the rage has been filtered-
    See I'm iller than all the wards and institution's combined
    But the rage seeps through me,
    And through it I find
    Some peace of mind
    And calm so I can sleep at night -
    I know, its in my pocket but I don't keep a knife
    Its just a sick part of my life
    A reaction to the strife
    That makes me dynamite
    Triggered off by all thats trife -
    From this place, I know even my enemies have a place
    And I know that tears fall even down the coldest face
    I space -
    Like cold and dark
    And fan the flames from the spark
    But at the end of the day I'm still a bleeding heart.
    I feel for the worst of them
    And don't wish the hearse on them
    And contain my other half by merely spitting a verse on them -
    Sometimes I wonder,
    Can I hold it together,
    All these screws loose in this skin tough like leather?
    Well I better.
    For this world needs no more martyed bombers
    This world needs one made of all hearts like Jeffery Dahmer.
    You are what you eat and so I spar with the heat
    And try to stay calm on top and leave the undertow beneath.




    Submitted on 2006-06-26 13:05:32     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      well this is insane...
    you prolly dont remember me and i prolly say that everytime your name pops up lol
    but i have always respected your work and the other day i was wondering whether you were still round or not...
    the more ironic thing about this piece and your appearance is that for a minute there i thought you were writing about me (which obviously is completely impossible but yeah...)

    i knew right from the outset of this piece... right from the introduction that this must be about something rape like...
    i also knew that for me reading it was a must...

    i got raped and beaten seriously in rome 3 weeks ago... it was a really scary event and to be so far from home made it even harder to make sense of...
    anyways... all the males in my world are SO angry and have all aquired shotguns somehow and are ready to rampage rome seeking vengence... to me it seems completely irrational and yet when i read this i could kinda see how they must be feeling from a guys perspective so i guess first off i wanna thank you for that... (and then i wanna appologize for the whole too much information thing right there...)

    this is a powerful write and i can see how it would be theraputic for you...
    i can feel your seethingness and want for justice in every word....
    i hope you manage to find some kind of peace and some kind of way to move on... to keep yourself intact while being there for your friend through all of this... i dont know how its sposed to be done though... i swear i am handling my whole situation better than everyone else i know...

    anyways yeah...
    ive always loved the style with which you write
    the power of your words and your ability to make them do what you want them to do...
    this piece is no different.
    you always seem to be able to convey raw emotion at its best or worst... to reach out and pin the reader to the wall until youve said all you have to say and then you release your grip from their throat and they slide down the wall trying to find their breath again... well thats how it is for me anyways...

    im glad you are still round
    and i cannot thank you enough for posting this piece...
    | Posted on 2006-06-26 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
      "My rage aged like steins of fine wine and intertwined,
    With murderous hands, a big heart, and a sharp mind."
    So good.
    This is pretty sick, I love it. The way ya bounce back and forth between urban anger, and profound eloquence is truly intriguing....So many lines that were almost too cool, so many images that were insanely vivid...I'd love to see this performed. Wicked write.

    | Posted on 2006-06-26 00:00:00 | by LadyChaos | [ Reply to This ]


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