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Number rhyme to the number whore
written by Genocide Reaper01:18 AM 3/4/05| One two fuck you, another smart ass is born. Three, four, eat shit and die you whore. Five Six, you say pretentious things about me, I don't give a shit. Seven Eight, There's no love here cunt, just hate. Nine Ten, Go away, don't say another idiotic thing to me again.... Fucking face it, its about time you tried to understand this. Nothing you say means piss. Just another little idiot trying to be something your not. Acting intelligent, acting like you have some kind of answer. All I read is cheap ways out of facing yourself. So you point your finger at someone else. I guess just because you don't believe in a God at all you know it all. Soon you'll realize, you've already taken the fall. The world isn't what you perceive it to be. I'm sick and tired of trying to warn you, even though you seem to be to ignorant to listen. Knowledge is power, I guess that's why you stick your fingers in your ears and cower. If ignorance is bliss, you must be the living embodiment of ecstatic. You must surely be the happiest bitch on earth.. Idiot... |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by sarah10087 (3-4-2005 - 01:05 PM)
| Ohh numbers, a small changes. Im impressed (slightly). You manage to vary a bit, however, your variety is limited. Im not a whore, bitch or whatever "insult" you pathetically mud slung at me hoping it would stick, and im gona keep on at ya! I dont stop. Thing is tho, i have a life, so i wont be here 24/7. I'll just keep up with my small rare appearences. |
by Genocide Reaper (3-5-2005 - 05:47 AM)
| You are simply ignorant. So if you want to keep coming back pretending you have a life, and making stupid remarks, I'll USE YOU as inspiration to write hate poetry. |
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