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Murder of a goat
written by Genocide Reaper02:54 AM 3/31/05Here I am.
Middle fingers in the air.
Your will is weakness in my eyes.
For your rules, I couldn’t care.
Eat shit and die.
May cyanide be shoved down your throat.
May you be sacrificed like a goat.
Turn the page.
Taste my rage.
Feed me hatred.
Feed me your propaganda.
Open your mouth wide.
In it, my dicks going to slide.
Suck this down.
I’m going to rearrange your tonsils with some pressure.
Your death will bring to my soul utter pleasure.
Your blood running cold, with be treasure.
I’ll fall in love with the sight of your murder.
As everything fades black.
There will be no coming back.
You’re lacerated torso left on a train track.
Your severed head placed on a plaque.
You will be my slave in the afterlife.
Just so you know, after all this.
I’m going to rape your wife.
And fuck her with a serrated knife.
Sounds sweet doesn’t it?
You couldn’t care.
After all, you’ll be burning in Hell.
Speaking to demons a gruesome story you’ll tell.
Without your teeth, without your finger prints and foot prints.
They’ll never know who you are, or what you did.
The only thing they see is a dead man.
I like the sound of that.
You dead, salvation in murder.
All out mutilation caused by your egotistical blunder. |
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» Comments / Feedback | by bleeding_cause_of_you_08 (3-31-2005 - 02:57 AM)
twisted...yet Inticing...odd...but interesting... |
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