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Gasoline
written by Genocide Reaper04:03 PM 11/10/04| Gasoline, poured upon the town, I'm going pyro, this is my road, I hate these morons that fill the buildings, may they all burn to cinders before I fall asleep. I swore to kill the whores! they die they burn they cry I still want more! I still want more! Matches, booze, cigarettes and a void of hate. Time to burn the hemroids on the ass of society! God guide my hand with zippo clutched. Spit in my face, I'll light the fuse and see how long it takes you to drop out of the race! Nothing you do! Can affect me! Vasoline in lifes spin wheel, times up you die! Infectious price paid! now you and your soul cannot be saved! |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Trapezium (11-10-2004 - 04:35 PM)
by .::forbidden::. (11-10-2004 - 05:02 PM)
| this is emence ok im getting a bit too excited |
by NiteStalker (11-10-2004 - 06:08 PM)
| this is okay... not bad... |
by Schizophrenic_broken (11-10-2004 - 07:48 PM)
| ahhh, burn it all, burn the world. Damn, got a bit carried away there. I love it. |
by dacode05 (11-11-2004 - 10:33 AM)
| like it? sometimes daily i live the longing of it. |
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