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» Poem: Last time calling.
Last time calling.
written by Genocide Reaper
05:53 PM 4/17/05
endless hyperactive vision,
sensing the destruction,
pure alienation,
of an entire race!
Meet deaths hand,
and Genocide’s face!

stop, you’ll lose,
no where to hide,
its time to die!

Love doesn’t exist,
taste the ever lasting violence!
Meet sheer hatred’s presence,
feel the eternal essence!
Suicidal children laid to waste,
all fools that held their hands,
face down, it is dirt they taste.

You choose,
to help the foolish,
so you must die with them in a death that is hellish!

Fuck you, fuck your pro’s con’s and extra mobs.
Death is the cure for your disease,
hatred is my one addiction, my anger it does appease!
Intoxicated I am by this unforgiving rage!
I’m inside your head, but you’ll never see the damage!

Reap the rewards,
sow the seeds, never born,
last time calling,
you are torn!


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