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Unlike the masses
written by Genocide Reaper10:18 PM 2/14/05| Unlike the masses, I was never pieced together by bosses. Not plastic. Not a hypocrite. Not a critic. Just a fucking heretic. I want to know love, did I fucking scare you? Did you run away in fear of wrath? Couldn't you see soon my violent moment would pass? But if its true what you said. Then you can get the fuck out and never look back. Because I don't want some one without enough courage to swing the back of their hand and land a smack! I was built upon pain, and upon it I shall feed! Now either get the fuck away or give me what I need! Give me what I crave! Become my sadistic slave! I'll guide you to the unmarked grave! Where all the secrets lie! Where all of will go too die! The sacred grounds where angels and demons alike cry! Where the prophets go to make their religious ties! I wasn't meant to sit around and lose out to some one that could do nothing but bitch and shout! I wasn't created just to spread the word that by plenty I am hated. That's why the map for the journey has been drawn, that's why this plan was devised! Where we could find something special that makes a binding pride! |
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