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Mock me, mock my Faith.
written by Genocide Reaper03:43 PM 12/3/04| Native American Lore :This offends me. I guess the War drums in my dreams are a myth, I guess all of the visions Iv seen are shit. I guess you don't know me. You just judge me. And my Faith. Iv stated it, ignorance is dangerous. Let me Play God. Let me, pull the trigger. The day I'm skinning you alive, you'll know why. Judgemental fuck. The day I'm feeding you to the Buzzards you'll know why. I try to let it slide, I try to let it go. but you can't just seem to leave me alone. I tried to play it cool, and not make you look like a fool. But you are just a God damn forsaken tool. Time to die, Maybe your Family will cry. But thats my worry, you could have easily said I'm sorry. But you kept pushing, you kept mocking. You fuck up. You kept talking. Bullshit, bullshit. So when I take a swing and break your jaw, don't you dare bitch about that hit. You saw it coming. You knew it was going to happen. Sooner or later. You deserve it. You needed a wake up call. Mock me, my faith, my belief, my life, my Dreams. My hopes. Guess its time I fuck up, Your faith, your reality, your life, your family, everything you know as real. I'll turn it all upside down, give you a knew perspective. Help you see the world. I'll be violently desriptive. I'll snatch out your mind, split it in two, give you a whole new point of view. |
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Lore? I should have seen that coming. I mean. They would never dare to call. JESUS CHRIST LORE! Fucking Bastards.
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