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Dedicated to the one that assumes
written by Genocide Reaper09:45 PM 2/9/05| Pure filth pouring from the sewer on your face. See my fist break the ice beneath your feet, coming from the prison in which I was placed. Feel my frozen hands grab your ankles. Knee's giving way to utter power! It is you're final hour! We stand above you now, your beaten body bleeds upon the floor, You cower. Stunned by the purity of poetic prowess. The path of following fools has lead you to the slaughter! You cannot be saved! Your chest will cave! Tears you will pour, as we feed off of the blood that has been shed! The color of victory tonight is red! We are working our way into your thickhead. How does it taste? How does it feel? What's it like to know your worthless words have become a demons meal!? Through out your dreams! In centuries of malice created means we are the hunters! you are the lamb! prey for the strong! The weakness you consist of shall feed the resistance of ego's abroad this condemned shelter, in which you choose to reside! where your pack has chosen to hide! Welcome the whisk that rips your flesh, you can sink no further into weakness, you cannot stop us from our savage slaying that is relentless! Bring the barking dogs that lick your ass, soon all will know when it comes to pass. Their fate is sealed, their final writings known will be their wills! for it all of the fools you hide behind we shall kill! |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by teenagedeathgirl (2-9-2005 - 10:25 PM)
| it's quite...powerful in a sense. I enjoyed it. |
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