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"Revolver Offensive"
written by maledeth09:31 PM 12/14/04Eight seconds sever off your vanity.
As my words tumulted whores.
Eight cent followers of a flawful world.
As I wait for the King, in repetetition, those empty words of yours.
"Imbrued....is the face of this beast....marked XXX,
Facing one last thing....death, death, death!"
Joke is his word of emptyness. Of children screams to grow.
Oh, so loud now, as he states his self in decadent fallacy.
Follower of anarchy.....the freedom giving drift.
With nothing more to show....just a follower...
Malice breed....
I covet the stars, but I envy no fool, that had grand delusions of mind.
To say "Reign forever world"
When he meant "reign for all establishment of mine"
I'll take my Offensive and Revolve it around like he.
As I mark his belief with seven, just as the failing heavens.
Putrid call for boys! Rally the marching call for twats in plea!
With their so-called nature...of being free!
Being free to become the sodomizer....
To become tenacious insanity...to taint the hands of liberty..and to give it name and label...as they call to name it...right!
Fuck you Twat!
Eight blows to sever youth, to sift of wicked pleas.
To kill this god, imbrued in blood. To rot with the coveted dream. My revolover offensive to a truth so void.
Speak upon rancor boy...don't think you know it yet. |
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