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Just diabolic
written by Genocide Reaper
08:13 AM 12/6/04
If you stopped to think about it. If it wasn't for the first, there would be no curse, but if there was none of us, there would be no fun. Why don't you stop to think just for about ten minutes, take a good dose of temptation, now tell me how much you love the thoughts in your mind, just tell me how fun it really is. Bondage, beatings, needings, feeding, rapeing, stealing, its all pleasure, its all a proclaimed forbidden treasure, but I want more, I need more. I think I'll go play Ripper, rape, rob, murder a hooker. Yes psychotic day dreams fill my days, yes I can think of a thousand ways to slice off a whores face, but lets not forget by that time Iv already thought up a million to mutilate her cunt. You see me, but you don't understand why I am the way I am. And neither do I, its just the way I wish to be. Completly filled with erotic, and psychotic ideas. The beauty of being violently insane. Just diabolic.


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