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As What you Put Into It Is Exactly What You Get Out Of It...
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[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] ...I Am The" POETIC PROPHET ", TRASK.... You The Readers (As Such) Labeled Me.... [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] The Sum Of Nothing Is You, The Blind Leading The Blind!! [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] _6-28-04

YOU WORRY MORE ABOUT ANIMALS THAN YOU DO YOUR OWN STARVING LITTLE CHILDREN... While You Psychos AreLaughing All Way To $Bank$,Me,TRASK,I Am Laughing YouAll To, The Way To Holy (Your Graves) Hell_ For I Knew WellIn Beginning Exactly That What You Would Do(Due) Mis-Construe That Very Place Right Now Where You Are It_ Standing Up,Sitting Down,It Matters Not For You All (Humanity) Will(Are)Be Ought CRAWLING In Each and Others Own Blood_ You Are Already DoinIt,You Just Can'tSee Light(Color) Of It As It As It Does Be Bleeds From Your Very (Souls) Skin_ PHOTO: Like Her Dark Glasses She Can No More See Her Nose In SpiteOf Her Face,No One Not Me Nor Do I,TRASK Care To Make_ "YOU SEE THAT HELL OF YOUR OWN MAKING"_ You Cannot Stop Looking Back,You Cannot Awaken From Your DEEP SLEEP- Be It Ought Your Own INEQUITIES, Your (Due) Own_ SELF CENTERED GREED-HARSH REALITY_ You Planted That Seed,You Cultivated It, You Now Have Eliminated It Be It You Get EXACTLY What Is COMING To YOU Now_ While I May Rot In This Holy Hell Along With You To Your End, No Forsaking,Along Your Way As You Crawl Bleeding In Each_ Others Blood, I,TRASK Walk With Your My (Little) Your Children Our Children,Vie, My PROMISE TO THEM IS MY WORD Of (God)_ There's No Foresaking,Only Your Heart(s) Breaking As They Tear Your Evil Hearts Out Use Carry Your Eyes In Their Little_ Bags For MARBLES,i.e.As They Play Around Your Eyes (In Flesh) Are Spinning Around On Ground- It Is Only Very Beginning Of_ THAT HELL OF YOUR OWN MAKING... Retribution,TRASK C 2004 TRASK [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] You'll Think Your Smoking Crack,On Pot, Cocaine But,It Ain't Goin Be Same,Ought Listen (Flames)-You Can Hear Me, TRASK_ Laughing In Your (Ugly) Face... After All(Flesh)You're Burning In Hell! [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] ...I AM The " POETIC PROPHET ",TRASK... [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] *There Are More Hell's To Endure Than There Are Particles In Entire Universe! [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] Reference Previous Poem: MISTREATMENT!! [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on June 29, 2004

Very deep and touching piece....you did move me with this write Trask!!

Thanks for sharing!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on June 28, 2004

"You Planted That Seed,You Cultivated It,
You Now Have Eliminated It Be It You Get
EXACTLY What Is COMING To YOU Now."

We do reap what we sow.