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Say it
written by Genocide Reaper05:31 AM 8/8/04| Its time. Where your hope fucks you over. Its time for your ass to be covered. Its me, the Son of a Bitch you know and Hate. Now, Completing justification is possible, Reviving Faith is unstopible.. I am, the Intentional. I was, once thought extinct. Like a fire you want to put me out, out of this world, out of reality, well. Get ready for my Progress along with a little Insanity. I'm a Maggot and fucking Proud of it, I had it, once, Iv had it twice. a Good peice of XXX, Porn. I love it. Scorn. Your Childish game. Born. I can't say that I was, more of a Disease or sist, maybe a defect, or Virus. I was removed. Not Birthed. I'm torn from the womb, so maybe I'm just cursed.. I'll fight for my Right. I'll fight to spit in some liberal face. I'll stand to fight. So I can have the right to fuck again. To Live some more. To Kil l some more. Whether it be myself or another. I'll enjoy dragging out the Murder. Say this again. We will fight! Say it! say it! We will Fight! say it! say it! GOD DAMN IT YOU FUCKING COWARD! SPILL SOME BLOOD! BLEED FOR ME! BLEED FOR YOUR RIGHTS! STAY ALIVE! SO YOU CAN DIE LATER! Fight. Its a Rater, Rate this. My scabs are covering my Feet. I guess the Scorpions sting makes your vision go bleak.. Look at this, look at me! I can hear the little idiots screaming...So I, Turn around real slow.. Look at them and say.. GOD DAMN IT YOU FUCKING COWARD! And before I can finish.. They're gone. Before I can place Limits They're Done. |
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