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As thou soul
written by Genocide Reaper03:14 AM 3/24/05Feel my power!
It comes from my anger!
Feeding my hunger!
The craving for hatred!
Murder is in the air.
Death upon you without a care!
Victory is the demented!
It is the psychotics to hold!
This night, all weakness shall die cold.
Hide in the corner.
Crying out those pretty blue eyes.
Begging unto some one not present for protection.
The time has come.
It is your dieing day.
Your end will be painted with mutilation.
Slain, making a slow decent into the grave.
A fallen slave.
Victory is the depraved!
No mercy dwelling within the insane!
Feel the blood soak into the dirt!
Never again shall this victim feel anymore hurt!
Now thou soul shall be as a cinder!
Burnt! |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by XpaperdollX (3-24-2005 - 03:27 AM)
by Cut_Wrist_Risk (3-24-2005 - 09:10 AM)
| I really like this one. It was a good right, I could sensewhat you were feeling when you wrote this.
-Cassandra |
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