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    April 03

    worlds a part

    Hiding in fear from the shadows of my tears,riding high on the winds of battle, raging storms
    come tumbling down.

    Increasing torment of my forever paranoid persona has left me with a great sense of ease,
    people stop and steer like I have a disease...

    The emancipation of a nation that has been beaten and broken In order to conform to
    the power of conclusion with a fortified illusion of a geno for the next generation...

    Death and destruction all around the world As we continue to turn a blind eye to the
    Crimes of a falsified Christ,....

    Money is power and power is money, there's those who want it and there's those
    who has it, there those who has some and there's those who has more,
    but what of those who have none?

    Sentenced to a life time of debt from the time that you are born, isn't a wonder that crime
    is all that they know.

    now i'm sitting here and wondering who 's to blame for the decadence the world that we have today.

    serial freestyler and the  B.O.T

    March 30

    Tear's

     
    Long cold winter night's I a wake to find you not by my side,
    to walk alone with the feeling of not being loved send a shiver
    down spine and a deep pain inside.
     
    Down the stair's i walk to find that the house is empty, I cried out for
    you, got no reply to my cry. Minutes turned to hour's and the hour's
    turned into day's I was left alone to fend for myself ,
    one to many days i had to keep myself from going insain.
     
    Some three week's had passed before my tears was heard dripping
    onto the kitchen floor.
     
    Taken away, away to a place I not sure to where, well anything has to better
    than here. every night i cried yet again people didn't hear my tears, I moved from
    place to place but no where felt like home.
     
    till one day I learned to run, I started to run as fast as i can and never stopped to
    look back to see what i was running from but, knowing to what I wanted the most
    A place to which i belonged a place to where i could be loved. 
     
    some 20 years had passed i was grown and with child of my own, there was a knock
    at the door, and you had finally came to lay claim to all that i created. i'm sorry but your to
    late.
     
    for goodness sake please don't dictate with crocadile tears that you crave of which you dismissed
    and that of which you have lost.
     
    for i shed all my tears for all off them years, and i'll shed no more, for you created this child
    and then you left me  on my own, now that i have grown i will never leave home
    i have no need for your love any more.
     
    one drop, two drop, three drops, four, all my tears are saved for something more...
     
    T.B.C...
     
    Serial/ B.O.T 

    For you.

    Watching you while you are sleeping,
    stroking your hair while you are dreaming.

    Seeing you in all your glory, your beauty astounds me,
    as the sweet nothings that you whisper mesmerise me.

    holding you so close I never want to let you go, as i lye by your side and
    steer, the thought of losing you I fear.

    When you say that you love me did you mean what you said, when you say
    that you would never hurt me, and that you'll always be there even when I'm
    dead.

    Time has flown by, and here I lye with you by my side,
    still I feel more alone more than I have ever felt before.

    As the sands of time is running out and the first ray of light breaks
    into the crack of dawn, really all I wanted to say before I go,

    For you I will die,
    For you I'm your light,
    For you are my life.

    June 22

    thank's to those..

    I would like to thank those who has looked at the two poem's that i have
    writen, there is more to come I promise.
     
    your comment's will and has kept me inspired but this for me has to take time,
    hopefully I have some new material to add to this space very soon,
    keep reading and bloging..
     
    thank you once again..
     
    serial_freestyler..
    June 11

    mysteries of a vampire

    They live by night and sleep during the day, their life's a mystery well except to me..
    walking the earth for all eternity, this here is the fate and this is their destiny..
     
    please don't take what I'm about to say as gospel truth and please don't take any offence, as this
    dangerous time that we live in and our very live's are at stake.. open your eye's and see what dangers
    layers in wait..
     
    the rules to life are all but changed and we are all but cattle being heard, lined up one by one to be slaughtered
    as the vampire wait to make their move and devour us all..
     
    we've played these games for all to long and now it's time to march on, when you feel a shiver down your spine
    and you skin starts to tingle, then you know that they are watching your every move.
     
    big brother is all around steering at work out how to bring you down.. first they lay into a false sense of security
    and gain you trust. then they stick and bring you down..
     
    cold and soulless they pounce and bite you, you start to feel numb and you think how could you be so dumb and let this beast covented you and make you look like a fool.
     
    like the government they lie cheat and steal from us all, but at least they have the desentcy to kill us and let us die with dignity. instead of bleeding us like whore's those are the true vampires but their not one's is refuring to in this code x..
     
    Stay tuned for the next installment of this documention..
     
    Signed the beast of townsend & serial-freestyle..

    poem's for the dark age's

    the sounds off blackness is the sound off darkness,
    like living each day in a state of depression. 
    as we go on with our lives being slaves to those who try to 
    restrain me, to entrap me into the repressive regime
    of the powers that be, 
     
    here they all are look at me, minding my own.
    as i'm walking by i pay no attention to the plaguing 
    antagonism of rural fascism, the wheels are turning 
    as my mind is racing i feel like a dog chasing his own 
    tail, round and round up and down here we go.
     
    a revolution is starting and a war is brewing, weapons are 
    drawn as a blackened mist is beginning to form. the clock 
    is ticking and time is running out, the hands off judgement 
    has chosen it's victims those who are doomed to fall.
     
    rampaging lunatics, blood hungry whores, irate meth heads 
    and drunk ass holes. political correctness what 
    a waste of time, corrupted politicians and cops reign supreme
    as they watch while they destroy us all.
     
    look at me and look into my eyes, see the world in my minds eye.
    in the mist of chaos i find peace and serenity safe from the cannibals
    and the gun yielding tattooed freaks, a life they intend 
    to take not their own but yours and mine, high on coke and 
    meth amphetamines looking to get their next fix .   
     
    this is the sound of darkness followed by the sound of blackness
    and the things to come.. now take a look at what we have become..
     
    Signed form the beast of townsend & serial-freestyler