the madman had been quiet and keeping out of sight towns folk feeling safe again,were going out at night how the madman yearned,for evils commanding voice its controlling violent manner leaving him no choice the madman mumbled to himself,excited to the core evil had just spoken up, the madman knew... Sign in to see full entry.
What You See Aint Really Me:
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this blog will take you into the darker sides of my poetic energy.You will read things that will make you think I am very twisted or even insane and willing to commit acts of violence beyond your comprehension.Or just some lewd poetry or very opioniated poetry.Thus the title.What you see aint really me.But then again you never know ya' know.
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