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Wayne Cousins
United States, South Carolina

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Meditations on Massacre

i've been accused of being unemotional
let it be known that i am watching
texas chainsaw massacre right now
and i am ultimately emotional
this film is the story of your life
massacre is the quentisential story of
modern youth folly, the gruesome epic
of naivite in its dire need of consistency
massacre is the result of capitalism
in the eyes of its rebellion, peace
showing the need of a more litigious
standpoint in the area of decision
making in a most disadvantagious
situation, massacre is the basis
of the rulebook. it shows not only the
mistake of the hippy movement, but
also the mistake of the hippy movement.
which states love everyone as if they
are your brother, but everyone is not your
brother, so love accordingly, because these
brothers love only destruction, recorded in
photograph form, this town in cursed, damn you.
for believing in tricks and magical facades, a
beast walks amongst you. but ney.
wander into the poppies and forget poor
franklin he is just the agony of your
youth. forget not his woes but suffer not
just the same foe of forgetting but it is he
that is betting he won't last. for agony's fast
is his soul and begast is his heart waiting
for a mass sense of zeal. the comic fool
of empires' rule has been spoken for
but not heard o, word, you'll not expect
the school to collect such refuse.
massacre is the ultimate religious tool
because it is the manifestitation of hell
on earth for the revolutionist cliche
god marooners, that have ignored fate's
warnings. this film shows why hippies
are wrong. you cannot trust your fellow man.
poor franklin, the gentle fool, the voice of
reason, never doubting that he is right,
but never knowing as well, always being
reason, o reason, an amber glow casts
upon the doorstep of this somber house.
don't go in, you'll figure out it's not just a
warning but an emblom divine. you won't be
a warning device.
step away from this with a lesson from
narcissus, who fell in love with a reflection
the future of a love regime ends with a drum
spirt of blood, a merchant blade flood's correction.

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