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Calling evil
written by Genocide Reaper04:59 AM 12/25/04| The evil in the pitch black calls. Feed me, I need more, bring me a sacrificial whore! I need a sexual toy! Wicked wine, blood so divine, taste the life line, bleed the time for all its worth! watch the cattle pine! Walk the line, keep it straight. Don't get caught, for its the lost cause to be called criminal. Stay a slick wheel, and make sure deep inside that cunt, your cock feels. Salvation, in sensual, perverted nature, if you're not fucking, your not living, if you're not bleeding, you're not trying, if you're not the one to do this, then its time to die. There is no real right in life if you cannot kill, bleed, fuck, and try! Where is your will power! will you run off to the corner and cower! shiver you slut! Blood crusted cunt and cum covered tits! You'll be dead as rust! and my Trust! You have no idea what you have been subjected to! you wouldn't have a fucking clue! I'm the one here tonight! I'll bring the fight, I'll teach you the meaning of might, I can breach the contract of control, I shall corrode the conformity from within! poisoning it with my own mortal sin! Hear the evil call your name, feel it point the barrel, can you see it mortal? Do you taste the blood that has been spilled, do you want to be part of the fight! can you handle living in eternal night! |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (anonymous) (12-25-2004 - 08:50 AM)
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