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Nothing.
written by Genocide Reaper07:48 AM 8/6/04| Turn around and face what you want to be, Turn about and taste what you can see. Fuck around and waste the time you have. Fuck up and kill yourself after you've talked your way through life. Nothing, No more, No one, Will except you again. Without.. Without. (Me) I carried you through the pits of hell, strapped a sword to my stolen soul and prepared for my darkside to rip out. Lashout, and knock you out. Begin with one thing my revenge!>>(....) Compare yourself to those you've betrayed, exalt the slaves you've slayed. Test your compassion. The one feeling you lack, the one instant when your life gos black..<Just go ahead.> BLAME ME! Nothing, No more, No one will help you again. They know about your putrid sin...And God damnit Motherfucker, I'm not your FRIEND! |
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To Treacherous friends.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-7-2004 - 10:25 PM)
| i likes this one...i can relate to it |
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