Rain pours on thy flesh, still they mock me,
Assured by the suggestion their naivety had shown them.
Silently, I laugh at their ridiculous plight to scathe me.
Underneath, I’m anxious to receive smiting.
Inevitable, they would enjoy it.
As they’re blinded by the smoke that I breathe,
Knowing that there wrath will grow,
I remain stalwart, unmoved by the chaos.
Rest assured that you will despise me tomorrow,
And again I would laugh at you evilly, ‘cause you could never touch me.
- Rasui Akira
written on September 27, 2005 – 12:24 AM
1 comment:
i feel the same way paul. there are way too many jerks and monsters in this damned planet.
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