| You don't have what it takes, you never will, you are inferior, admit it, the power inside, the power of pride, you could never feel. You talk so much shit you lose the truth, you run around all pompous, you pathetic pansy. What else can you do besides talk shit? Suck dick? All I read is failed tries, all I see, is a struggling mind. I can insult to, its much easier don't you think smart ass? This is the end result. Run your mouth, keep it up. Your forked tongue, I will cut. One of these days boy. You are going to learn, shove your head in the fire. You get burned. I'm going to lay it all out for you now punk ass whiney kid. With you and your great Christian heritage, your just pissed because you don't have any balls and all your whores ran to my race, thus why we were killed. We have bigger dicks. Mr. Christian, go ahead and speak. That is what you are, and forever will be. Jesus's sheep. Talk of your hell and fury, its nothing but a child seeking attention. I could easily teach you a lesson. Out in the dark, alone in the woods, with nothing but the howl, and the owls. So dark, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, why because those White eyes can't adjust to the wild, because deep inside, you bare the heart of a child. Yes blind one, slit my throat. What pitiful pretense. Come on, I await your arrival, so your head I can remove and add to the pile. Go back to school kid, its where you belong, because in the real world. It takes a real man to survive. Go back to your broken home and cry some more, hug your Nazi paraphernalia, read your great half Jewish inbred masters book. |
