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On a roll
written by Genocide Reaper07:45 AM 2/25/05| I'm on a roll. And this booze is taking its toll. Iv played the fool, Now I'm off to a kingdom to rule. Its in the heart of hatred. And all of my hate will seek you out. Live deep inside. Keep it up, keep walking the line. Soon you'll be out of time. I'm not the one who committed the crime. I saw the culprit, and I can name the once enslaved convict. Take a look around, no walls have been built. Nothing around to keep me out. No army to protect you. You're icy heart is going to melt. The heat from my hate will liquefy you in your tracks. There will be no turning back. Never will I cut you any slack. Its a war, and the enemy for me is you, whore. Time to get out of my head, or either you'll end up dead. I know all your witch craft won't last. I know you'll get lost yet again in the darkness that is vast. Welcome to dungeon. Welcome to torture. Strapping you in, revealing your sin. All that was concealed, is now spilling onto the floor. Scream as you bleed, tell me you can't take anymore! |
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