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Cock the hammer pull the trigger
written by Genocide Reaper10:38 PM 3/31/05How does it feel living in your fantasy?
How does it feel knowing we’re a hateful reality?
The people that despise you just because.
Your alive!
I abhor your weakness.
You make me sick, I want to see you a lifeless carcass.
The sight of you, and those like you.
Mass together in a blazing building, burning through.
Then may the remnants of the structure collapse burying all of you.
You mass of fools wasting air, time, space, food, water.
Water those dieing of thirst could drink.
You want to die anyway.
So kill yourself today.
For your death, we constantly pray.
I am your enemy.
Now and forever, I hate you.
May you suffer in misery.
Already in lies up to your eyeballs.
I can see your arms spread.
Legs crossed.
Feet nailed, wrist slit.
Time to get out the buzz -saw and finish this.
Crying in the corner.
Because of your parental problems.
I say cock the hammer.
Now fucking grow the guts and pull the trigger,
Upon the shit head you see in the mirror. |
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