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Forgive and regret

Member since 2004 · Posted 19 Jan 2004 · 2 comments

I came back to you I forgave, now I regret You're in my mind again Is this the thanks I get My spirit has been destroied And my will is shattered When I see how you left me In the blackness of my soul, bleeding and battered You have no mercy For the soul in your fist When you thought you understood me You totally missed My smile is roting scars My eyes hide the sorrow They hide the rusted tears Because they know they will see you tomorrow I am just another stich On your quilt of human hearts Once this day is done My fear will tear me apart

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[5] <{Baba^Yaga}> 20-Jan-04/7:56 PM Reply

Now that was about as stimulating as watching a caterpillar take a shit on a leaf, but with less leaf and more...

[n/a] Everyone 21-Jan-04/11:15 AM Reply

"You can ask me to punish you with turds, you can ask me strike you into the ground with my cane, you can ask me to slaughter your children with an axe, you can ask me have your name slandered at the bi-monthly Cheesesmith's Convention, you can ask me withdraw your trouser allowance, and you can ask me to ride you into towne like a donkey. You can even ask me to return you to the dung-heap I found you on. But there is one thing you cannot ask of me; one thing that is beyond all my powers as a Gentleman to endure...

You cannot ask me to forgive you. For that is something no man can do."

Earl Proud-Stocking XV to his butler, upon catching the feeble manservant parading around the Bedchamber in his Master's Jodhpurs.