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Take, take, take
you give nothing in return
Fake, fake, fake
the truths you twist and turn
Your self-indulgence never ceases
The ones you love you'll tear to pieces
©2006-2009 ~kittiecorpse08
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Dedicated to all those who have screwed me over.

It's short, sweet, and to the point.

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:iconfutonrevolutionary:
Wow. That's vicious.

I like it.

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"Your crimes defy your wisdom, no faith can set you free. Unleashed through vile maxims, your doctrines bleed deceit."

blag
:iconkittiecorpse08:
Thank you.

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People are like slinkies; basically useless, and yet it's so amusing to watch them fall down the stairs...
:iconviviengrimm:
Ah, you took my suggestion for a title. ^.^ I do like the poem. Brief, succinct and to the point. Whereas my comment is just redundant ;-)
:iconkittiecorpse08:
Why not? It fit well.

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People are like slinkies; basically useless, and yet it's so amusing to watch them fall down the stairs...
:iconviviengrimm:
Yesh. I like it a lot.
:iconkittiecorpse08:
Thank you, dear. :heart:

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People are like slinkies; basically useless, and yet it's so amusing to watch them fall down the stairs...
:iconblackhaxxor:
Ooo. Thrash! Reminds me of a lot of people. That last line is especially important, though. They actually DO love, they just can't get past themselves and/or don't know how to express it.

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When confronted with Death, he gave it a rude gesture to see whether it was male or female.
:iconkittiecorpse08:
You're absolutely right.

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People are like slinkies; basically useless, and yet it's so amusing to watch them fall down the stairs...
:iconupyrlychy:
I love this. It sounds awesome.

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I can't fix myself, but others......others I can save.

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