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The Game
written by bleedblack11:21 PM 9/21/04i'll serve you for breakfast
prepare you for brunch
i'll make you the best
tasting gourmet lunch
i'll cut you up
into little slices
please everyone watch
as i chop her to dices
teeth sinking into
your tough flesh
you keep screaming
you have not captured death
blood spouting from your body
as if it were old faithful
your body temperature starts to drop
feeling the cold night chill
i wach you as if i were watching a movie
laughing at your agony and pain
i think that you are so damn stupid
for agreeing to play this game |
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