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Box
written by Genocide Reaper
07:49 AM 8/13/04
I'm stuck in box, the sly little fox that locked me in it, they're gonna get theres, when I get out. I'll make sure to hear them Scream and shout.. Iv been placed in a coffin, gagged and bound.. They're going to throw me into the river, drown me, it figures. I guess. My time...Has come...Its...ALL OF THEM RUN! BLACK INSIDE! Murder is nothing but pleasure to me. Integrity in Battle. Dignity in Violence. Murder and Strife, I'll stab you in the chest with a Knife pass the test of Fate, and Faith, slip into the Battered, smoldering Box, I'll bury you in it, My little Victim.


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by SuperBob (8-13-2004 - 07:51 AM)
murder does seem so very pleasureful....and when i say that people still dont make me stop reading my serial killer books

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