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The Laughter He Brings With Hypocrisy.
written by maledeth06:36 AM 12/16/04I state my infernal fate on mantle heaven.
I held his words so nigh, like midnight sky.
And still I resent his speech impediment.
It is all stained with hypocrisy!
Speak as if you've killed men.
But killing nightmares is no statistic.
Rebeling against your chilidish fears, a fucking queer. A mute, I say....state it cliche, ingrate!
He deafens they to lose no sight.
Of His "so-called" curse...in repetition's worse.
Real cliche to speak, Mr. Cherokee.
Fucked in the ass, by the whitened glass, of real dictation.
Not a little bitch fit called anarchy.
Disorder brings Sodomy!
To rape the cunts of your wounded race again!
No irony this time!
It will be known.
I respect thy chief who slits my life of spirit sect.
But in return I would grb you by your hair and slit your neck.
Wounded rabbit, you hold no masterpiece. You sound frivolous in times of sight.
To commendate yourself in malediction.
To compromise your "wicked life".
He brings laughter With Hypocrisy.
A deadly brand for he whom hands,
Half truths and holed lies.
A gap in his words to leave me to sodomize!
Fallen fools can't speak, So I shall lie as well,
The empty words you've spoken...all they leak..
Upon my face...sadened umbrage.
Of a boy sheltered in his refrigerated heart...
And the word of a man, to strengthen a derelict.
YOU need to die, my friend...let it be preyed.
Deth is your amenity....to blind your disgrace. |
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Fucker..I enjoyed your...but now....you deal...
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