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And then there's all these other creeps that surround your band and suck off you like leeches and try to manipulate you and your business. You have to watch like a hawk. I'm always ready to fight. I see it very much as a battle.

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Well, I didn't really grow up playing or listening to metal, like many of the kids I went to school with. I only got into it in my late teens, so when Marilyn Manson formed, it was at a time when I was still excited about approaching music from that angle.

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Manson

Children abandon their fathers are known by their neighbourhood,
So you are doing a very nice job Manson;
For the computer chip in my brain is full of words and imaginations!
So log on to my wisdom when you need my help,
For you are sensitive enough to know what is right or wrong.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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God Wears Black

God was on T.V. today
Never a special moment
for he’s the news everyday
Kabila was shot but God lived
‘cause God is everywhere

God is white, God is black
God is a scud missile attack
God is a nun, God is the gun
that blew Kennedy away

God spoke to Charles Manson
the same way he spoke to Gandhi
Give the people any dream
and they will love and follow you
until I set them free

God is love, God is hate
God is the you that he creates
God is a bomb, God is the mom

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poem by Wicked Mike
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Hopeless Romantic

i should've thought twice
but i didn't so when agony was in my heart
it stopped to take a slice
now i'm falling apart.
i guess i am, i guess you could call me
a hopeless romantic
love isdragging me down, baby
and my heart is in panic.
i thought i could trust her
but damn, i was wrong
well i can do better
so long.
pain followed close behind
as i approached love's light
love is blind
but it's not out of sight.
i tried to find you
while i thought i had healed
because i thought i loved you
but the truth had been revealed.

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poem by Alex Manson
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I Looked Deep.....

i looked deep in my heart....
i saw a lover, a fool, a warrior,
a peacemaker, and a clown.
i saw an activist, an apathetic ghoul,
a healer, and a killer.
i saw Jesus, Buddha, Gandhi, and King...
i saw Hitler, Manson, Bush, and Cheney.
i saw JFK, i saw Oswald,
i saw the shooter in the distance.
i saw the monk immoliated,
and the napalm skies.
i saw equality and prejudice,
i saw compassion and indifference.
i saw the truth and the lie,
i saw god, and satan.
i saw greed and hunger,
and small children dying.
i saw the eyes of the stray dog,
and the gentle hand that cares.
i saw faith, and doubt,

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poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hidden Drive

there's a dirty house that's falling apart
some want to fix it but they don't know where to start
there's cobwebs and cracks in the walls
this is where rain's relief dares not to fall
no one really cares to help this place
they just look at the face
this old house is kept inside
with a disguising shell to hide
something i noticed as i passed by
at the house where hope will die
the windows were clean and new
though everywhere else the weeds grew
the windows had such an allure
i couldn't take it anymore
i gazed at the windows in awe
then through them i saw
the messy, run-down house inside
where beauty died
then i realized
something about eyes

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poem by Alex Manson
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A Place Called

place called “home” is to feel homely,
God’s creation standing by to look so lovely,
May be she is with all her elegance,
Everything for sure and no pretence,

Gently spoken words I hear,
Sounds like music in my ear,
Shivering cold run in spine,
As if showing drunken state caused by wine,

Mild walk around give melancholy voice,
She is with me not becasuse of her choice,
Always standing by and rendering advice,
Suggesting the ways with utmost care to improvise,

Bowing head with all weight on my solder and lean,
Air to suggest fragrance and house almost neat and clean
“Life is so suggestive and perfect” does that mean?
It seems half battle is over with clear perfect win,

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nell Flaherty’s Drake

MY NAME it is Nell, right candid I tell,
And I live near a dell I ne’er will deny,
I had a large drake, the truth for to spake,
My grandfather left me when going to die;
He was merry and sound, and would weigh twenty pound,
The universe round would I rove for his sake.
Bad luck to the robber, be he drunken or sober,
That murdered Nell Flaherty’s beautiful drake.

His neck it was green, and rare to be seen,
He was fit for a queen of the highest degree.
His body so white, it would you delight,
He was fat, plump, and heavy, and brisk as a bee.
This dear little fellow, his legs they were yellow,
He could fly like a swallow, or swim like a hake,
But some wicked habbage, to grease his white cabbage,
Has murdered Nell Flaherty’s beautiful drake!

May his pig never grunt, may his cat never hunt,
That a ghost may him haunt in the dark of the night.

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poem by Anonymous English
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At The Crossroads Of Martyrs And Reptiles

At the crossroads of martyrs and reptiles,
annihilation's easy enough. It's carrying on
that's hard. All my emotions are feathered
like crows or osprey, hermit thrush, Canada geese,
and the occasional humming bird but that doesn't mean
they're perched in an aviary, or forgotten
what it was like when they had scales.

I've softened as I've aged. Molars and mountains
worn down like a planet in the tides of time and the stars.
I used to embroider my emotions in blood
on pillowcases full of razorblades that had
as many phases as the moon has thorns,
broken stained-glass windows, the shards
of shattered mirrors. I lived like stolen
radioactive material in a black market
with no flower-stalls, though I was raised
in a city of gardens with hanging baskets
dripping from the lamp posts outside the pawn shop,
with three full moons of leprous white globes

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poem by Patrick White
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