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Secret of deranged mixture
written by Genocide Reaper08:01 AM 2/25/05| Misery, self induced agony. Its great, with a touch of insanity. Self mutilation, self dedication. Kicking ass, and slicing veins without hesitation. Bring it! Your my fucking enemy. And I want you to see the real me! Psychotic, fully loaded, fully made, ready, come get what I crave, some violence, that's what arises from your very presence. You want something to remember me? How about my boot in your ass, then maybe all the shit you talk will vanish, Then I can relish with my creator. Demonic, poetic, words flowing from my soul like a broken dam out of control. You want to know something? I think all of your insults and ramblings are a bit dull. Pick it up a notch, then maybe you can drop the so called click your around, you know, all the fuckers that cry when some one drops them to the ground? I thought you'd hear that. CUNT. Aww, are you tearing up? Want me to shut the fuck up? I want you to back the fuck up. Have I been a bit to blunt? Are you suffering from the results of severity? That's what you brought to the table when you insulted me. Smell that? Its the scent of melted flesh, see this heated steel, scaring my arm? That's called excellent pain. I think you should try some. What? I'm insane. Come on, jump off the high horse, whore. Join the real world. Where pain is a drug. Here's a secret Iv kept for years, when nothing affects you. You always win! Pop quiz, little miss bi polar fits. How can you top some one in a fight that enjoys the battle? How can you defeat some one at a game, when they like to lose? How the fuck can you break some one that is already broken? trying just makes you a fool. Get the picture? Its all a part of my deranged mixture. |
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