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Possibility
written by Genocide Reaper05:49 AM 8/13/04| Aradicate the Simulation of Mass production of the False Direction.. Christians! How do you know your right?! Christians! How can you tell them to follow you! Christians! How the Hell do you do the things you Do! Christians! Bow Down! We're Here, we have no Fear. We Have our Pride, We're not broken, and We're not Jokeing. One More time motherfuckers! All of you Hate me now, but I put my hands up, and motion for you to bring it. Because I'm not affraid to Die. I'm standing on the Side of Satan, you preach. Its an excuse to try and get people to Ignore my Views, I'm standing in a firey pit you Play, like a song, your deceitful and your Wrong.. Why don't you pick up a Weapon and see if your Strong.. You can't fight, your Jesus's little Snot nosed Punk. Now Come on, didn't you here the Ladder to your Gold street Heaven go clunk against the floors of Hell. Satan set it up, he's calling your Bluff. You don't even realize how small a portion of the Bible the New Testament, is.. I say its a Plant. A Fraud. An Evil Clause. To lead you Astray, to trick you, So that so Called Satan, she can lick your soul.. Follow a Mortal Man. But remember. God is Jealious, God Is Vengeful. So Follow away, until you Pass away, then you'll see. That all of your fucking days. Was a Waste of a Way to Be. |
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