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master of destruction
written by Genocide Reaper01:08 AM 11/12/04| Iv gone insane, and I'm massivly self mutilating, no compassion remorseless chaos of murder and meaning. Iv got no time left to think, its all of this fucking rage, I'm filled with hate, the art of destruction flows through me, I'm takeing the world to its grave. BOMBS AWAY! The spot is hell, time to drag them all down to the world in which I dwell. Time to bring it down, its not a race, its just a count down to how many motherfuckers I will kill. Bombs away! Bullets flying like the wind, the love for war, the life in death, the meaning in murder. Without me there is nothing! I am a cold blooded slayer for my Salavation in thirst for blood and hunger for flesh. Flying high above, the citys of fools, swooping down with blades sending souls straight down, heads rolling, bodies tumbleing, I am the master of devestation and fear, you will praise my brutallity, when I'm done, only God will recognize my great works of art! Blood splattered walls, rivers of blood in the streets, as I come, its hell you meet! Living freely to kill! Time to bring it down, its not a race, its a count down to how many motherfuckers I will kill! Turmoil and grief you shall sow as you weep! I am the one to reap the spoils of war! Slaughter of innocence! Massive mutilation of citys, Massacre of blood fools! |
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Mmmm, death.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by The Goddess of Mutilation (11-12-2004 - 01:16 AM)
| Great poem, makes me think of vampires... |
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