Darker Brother

Creep in the shadows seeth
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dear warner
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are you here for my soal,
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will you show me the hole
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where you creep​

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dear monster are you here in my sight
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are you feeding tonight
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can I get you something for you for the light
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dear brother​

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I can here you asleep when I turn on the lens
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I still hold my hand and wait
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will you take me away
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to a place to decay
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we're the demons come out to the fray​

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dearest twilight
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here I am in the midst of your foresight
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do you take me from here to your deathright
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will you cast me to hell with your deadlight
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can you hear me within saying it's alright
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can you see me inside all the dark-fight​

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do you want me to make the first moment
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so I can lay inside the eternal torment
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longer
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have I waited to decieve my own moment
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when I could see where I've fallen​

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and to take the world upon my shoulders
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spreading hate and fear into your corners
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where I wait to take you in murder
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where you wait to see if I shall cometh
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in your mind I shall see me coming
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oh demon​

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will you come and take me to your graveyard
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will you take me where you make your death scars
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can you give me some of that great vengence
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can I take it and run away
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I shreded right through your vocal despare
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put you through a full on force of torture
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mutalate your whole bodily entrails
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carve away all your spinal remains
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wore your skin and burned your carcass
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then I tore through your family harking
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rising demons breeding fucker zombies
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growing my own great dead army​

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It 's a sight to see on a breeding world
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where both of the worst can tear apart
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the sight we've seen for far to long
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and all that's left is what's all gone​

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This is my scheme I remember it
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It was a dream so cherrish it
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when deaths so lost in life
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so too does the living die
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corrupted by a neural scheme
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that drained away all life​

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I shattered right through your foreplaced defense
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sent my minions out to picknick
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fed upon your kin of youngest
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til' there was nothing left of your kinds likeness
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proove to be your biggest weakness
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falling hard against the darkness
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wherefrom crushed your every offset
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with a grasp of my own raging vengence​

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This is my scheme I remember it
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It was a dream so cherrish it
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when deaths so lost in life
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so too does the living die
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corrupted by a neural scheme​

that drained Away all life​

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12/25/1984​

 

thats fckinb graet. Im no lietray critic, but i took a few Lit theory and lit. critisim courses, but i think its awesome!

 

Thanx, I wrote it with the following artists in mind:

Jerry Garcia
Jim Morrison
Jimi Hendrix
Ozzy Osbourne
Glenn Danzig

It's a bit dark though.
I'm growing weary at the idea of upsetting the veterans.
I should probably refer myself to Haiku contribution.
That will cheer me up!
See ya.

 

hmm yeah you really arent a literary critic !!! keep trying thos - perhaps you could change your sentence to somethinkg like

I am a literary critic and usually can smell dogshit when I see it but this doesnt stink at all - must read it a few more times as I havent really got past the bit that sends me totally to sleep

the bit that says

are you here for my soal,
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will you show me the hole
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where you creep​

 

If it sends ya to sleep, then how the fuk do ya know what it says.

Are you nastalgic?!

 

I am going to steal your sig before you get banned just the line that says
Puff The Majik Beer-Bong
I like that bit

I will use it in my sig after youre banned

 

You tell'm danno.

 

you should nail that poem to a tree and then set fire to the tree and warm your hands on it

 

that'd be tough, it seems to beset within megapixels.
I can't get my hands on it.
Ya wanna come over and give me hand?

 

mmmm i'd say it doesn't quite do it for me either. but then most of what does so much doesn't for almost anyone else that this might not mean very much.

you know i look of graphic immagery of green twisty places (whether in words, pictures, or even concatination of sounds) and when i don't see it, i'm not real sure what's going on.

which makes most of 'art criticism' pretty useless to me too.

(so i can't tell what it smells like, it just isn't saying aaaauummmmmmmmmmmmmmm to my inner ear)

=^^=
.../\...

 

Then your hearing is on target.
That "aum" you here, is the meditation I placed within the words, as I placed them.
The few parts where it says things that complete redraft the vision of it, in entirety.
It's my binge to do micro scale flips, on macro scale collages!

That's the kinda fluency only experience can give.
FACT!