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Killing in me
written by Genocide Reaper01:21 AM 11/14/04| Killing all the children in me. Listening to their haunting screams. Divine intervention denied. Just let me bury the knife. Brace the blood soaked flesh between hardend finger tips. Taste the Demonic prowess bleeding from my mind. I am the lord of wicked war divine until I'm dead, the whithering vine of your life.. I have taken your soul. Filling the graves with bodies of the bufoons, stripping down the Bible, and scanning the means. I nail skulls to the wall, listen to darkness call. I have commited murder, and burned the mold. No more like me shall ever come from the morbid portal of deaths construction. Killing the brethren of demons in me, I'm sharpening the sword, and shapeing a brand new world. I cast blood to the ground, I fill your wrist with spikes, and drive the darkness deep within your heart, spreading the Infectious start of the wicked spark. |
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