The Outcast

The Outcast

A Chapter by Dani The Unreviewed
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I'm cast out,
Without any doubt,
For some, I'm too loud,
Just another useless pound,
Which they have to lose,
So they can be proud.

All the lies,
And made up ties...
All of it dies.

I reached my hand,
They turned to the old trend..
A bullet to lend,
Blood washing the land...
My blood, stuck on their hand.

I'm the outcast,
I'm their enemy...
My death would be ever so sweet to em, goddamn ones.
They turned my life upside down,
I wish they'd drown,
In their own blood, gulping down.
Tearing down town,
Frying in the fat of their lies,
Roasted on the flames of their hate,
Put on ice by their ignorant glares.

Till then,
I live among them,
Still, cast out.

In no fear,
No blue tear,
Just the bill,
Waiting to be payed...
Long list of their bloody mistakes,
Long list of things,
I wont forgive.
My heart is out of space.


© 2016 Dani The Unreviewed


Author's Note

Dani The Unreviewed
Don't feel guilty. those who were the target of this one, already received one on Hungarian. no...it's not written for you

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Danny boy... Don't be like that. I love you! You're no outcast... Tell me who's bothering you, and I'll go and kill if I have to. Nobody is going to be messing with my beloved cutie. No one!

By the way, I loved your poem.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 8 Years Ago


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A writer

8 Years Ago

You got it cutie. :) Post it and let me know. I've gotta run... School s**t. See you soon gorgeous.
Dani The Unreviewed

8 Years Ago

ok
c u around laterz.
Dani The Unreviewed

8 Years Ago

it is online :)

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Added on November 16, 2015
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Dani The Unreviewed
Dani The Unreviewed

Tankcsapda, Agyarország, Germany



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