Poetry

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Coma Green

by Comasilver You ask me how I live my life, I live through Coma Green; My pain is very great, I feel it very keen; But I don't feel it near so bad, When I feel it through Coma Green, When I feel through Coma Green; Coma Green, my ladylove, My lover, and my child, My tyrant, my tormentor, My curly haired Messiah; You are my brown Archangel; How I love you, Coma Green, How you choke me, Coma Green; Tawny skinned and lovely, With perfect nails and teeth; Every time I look at you, I see beauty past belief; But your nails so lovely, Rip my heart apart; My blood feeds you, Coma Green, I'm bled white from Coma Green

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 Manson - 2000

by Comasilver They called him ughly, I called him beautiful; They called him disgusting, I called him delicious; They called him blasphemous, I called him a free spirit; They called evil and cruel, I called him good and kind; They called him frightening, I called him inspiring; They called him a monster, I called him a man; They called him a freak, I called him an artist with many faces; Let THEM say whatever they want to say; Someday, they will see him as I see him, As a brilliant person with a message for us all; And an aritistic vision that will lead us, Safely into a new millennium! Home