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Wicked Ways
written by Genocide Reaper06:34 AM 8/7/04| Days travel through the spiral, in the endless time of the never lasting never ending lust of power, hypocrites seem to fill the earth, we hate them all, despiseing everything they are, everything they stand for, we are we will some how suck them dry, bleed them in the sky watching blood rain down upon the city of sin. in my Wicked Ways. In our Wicked ways, we follow through every endless day, hell hath no fury like my dark side encourageing extermination of the virus which plauges us every wakeing hour. these are, Bloody days, in our wicked ways. inhaleing smoke of eternal dreams dream until we cant seem to be anymore then we already are> Wicked Ways every day wicked to the core, wicked forever more. |
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I wrote this... I love this.. Its catchy Connective...Conclusion.. Creative. Its my Kinds open view.
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