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Slaughter of peace
written by Genocide Reaper04:52 PM 11/15/04| Soldiers marching death is certain. Apocolyptic psychotic needs to destroy and find a military toy. Devestation lyes ahead. War comes to town, drowning the people in blood and death. This is a game of love, to kill everyone is to cleanse everyone. To slay everyone is to pray for everyone. To kill is a mastered skill, to survive machine gun fire is a pride only warriors strive to perfect. This is a game called war, its beautiful, our number one goal is to kill, now the second is survival! Here we come into the dead mutilated corpse infested field, breaking through the front lines decapitateing enemies and placeing heads upon home made pikes, this is how we break their spirit and use their blood as a tool of power. We will conquer, we will prosper in beautiful death! I am the leader, listen to me yell. WAR!!! We are murder machines, we are the ones to take this city and make it clean, this is our ultimate means. To kill! to become the greatest with uninhibited skill! Inflicting pain and misery! We will make a history! We want some more! This is beauty! drown the nations of peace in a Slaughter. This is real! We all must kill! perpetual destruction manifested by insane men! We spread pain! inflict misery! destroy a fucked up society! Perfection of giving death, hesitation is not an option, you must kill first and care never. Just collect the skulls later!!! |
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DEATH!!!!!
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dacode05 (11-16-2004 - 04:29 AM)
| I will wait here until morning for you...in the livingroom of the sick and twisted...the one's how've caused my end...come to me!!!I CAN"T PROMISE ANYTHING IF YOU DON'T!!!HAVE I SOLD MY SOUL TO THE SHEEP JUST NOT TO FIND YOU???? |
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