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MURDERER; BEGOTTEN
written by maledeth09:01 AM 9/12/04Enemy!
There's no fucking escape for you.
What do you struggle to do?
Go into hiding, obsured from view? You know what?
I'm sick of all your shit as it ties to these games.
Of making me take bullets and putting them right through your brain.
I don't give a fuck, bitch!
Show me what you got, bitch.
Is that all you brought, bitch?
That's what I thought, bitch.
I want you to die 10 ways so I can see.
How many ounces of malefic red you'll bleed for me.
Every subhuman knows this hate against you.
You say fuck me? And I say fuck you!
This shit's gone to my head, now I'm obsessed with it.
I need to witness your death.
Unto me, it's imperative.
As Yeheshua said in death all questions are answered.
Will the worthless tell me if I made em suffer more than cancer?
Left you with convulsions, twitches of the plain.
It's best that you're left to Cerberus as a piece of sordid prey.
Come show me some madness, and I'll show you your fate!
How much pain can this Ingrate take?
And it's all caused for this hate I hold for you.
As you've messed with me, I've fucked with you!!! |
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2/21/01.....long time ago....do what you people do.
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