| My Poetry |
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| The Fetal Demon Show me what you're made of, aside from all the greed. Tell me that you care more than your visage portrays. I see less strength in you than you put on the table. Take care; you wouldn't want your secret in plain view. Your insatiability has paid for an exquisite mask. It's too bad your mask looks worn to me. Money has bought you everything but at what price? Obviously at high enough price to lose those who care. You've hatched an evil that you can't imagine. It's going to tear you apart piece by piece. Take caution on the roads that lay ahead. There comes a time when this demon kills its maker. When the time has come for your rise to cease, You're empty regrets won't be enough to stop it. Your time is now to make your choice. The time is now to set your future in motion. "Copyright" 2002 Adam Cooper |
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| Misanthrope How often must we witness pure hatred for the inocent before we realize something is amiss? None of the meek can make allegiance with a devil. Ignorance brings only temporary bliss. Your treacherous collusion doesn't sit well with me, When it comes to my own kind. If we're here for any reason, similar goals should be in mind. Why hide from inevitability for fleeting time? Clench your fist to the one you believe really cares. Incapable of love is he who you would die for. Evidence is in your unsatisfied prayers. Your treacherous collusion doesn't stand a chance, when hell surrounds us with such animosity. With potential for so much more intelligence, it's hard to fathom such blind religiosity. Is it possible to alter you constant venality, in order for you to feel all the pain? It seems the only way for you to understand would be to slip into the shoes of the slain. Your treacherous collusion ends here and now. Victory no longer the goal. It's time to take revenge, revenge worthy of your soul. It must be difficult being you, all the running that you do. You run as if you're important, as if you have something to prove. "Copyright" 2001 Adam Cooper |