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Death isn't prejudice
written by Genocide Reaper02:55 AM 3/31/05Bleeding this bastard dry.
Laying at me feet as I smile.
Flesh separated from bone.
In this psychotic moment I mutilate alone.
Body parts swaying from chains.
Hooks holding up the heads.
Walls plastered with veins.
All around this dungeon of doom,
Resides several cocky fools that are now dead.
I remember, and I remember oh so well.
All that you said, but now, its over.
Your in hell.
Soul sucked down.
Wearing not a smile nor frown.
Your lips have been removed.
All muscles in the face torn.
Soon a decomposing head will rest in your lovers bed.
The last sight of you, will be sheer terror.
Hope and pray all you wish.
This nightmare will not fade away.
Mockery will not save you from he who lacks mercy..
Death isn’t prejudice.
Hell isn’t racist.
You’ll fit right in with the rest of those who were fascist. |
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