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BANG BALLS
FREEDOM OF SPEECH NOTHING SHOULD BE IMPOSED
IDEAS NOT LEECHED ONLY CREATIVELY COMPOSED |
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Monday, June 19, 2006
murder the motive of all your death shall come as a release my hatred and anger it will please to engulf myself in the sweet revenge your rotting flesh, its aromatic stench i'll slice your flesh off piece by piece or more so, layer by layer till your eye's secretion falling tear by tear it'll hit the bone so white on it shines the dim dark light in your wounds so deeply etched your flesh will be stretched now comes the point of salt and pain where it'll smarte and you will faint but with the sound of a screeching brake it'll awake you, your back to break you won't feel your toes anymore for like your heart, it tore you'll drift between heaven and hell and you'll hear the church's bells but in the silence of the night the chains of hell extinguish all hope and light so dear, tell me do you still want to fight? if it is meant to be how this should end useless will be my plan in this pain i will pleasure flesh and mind ever so tender it it is his will for me to die let it be tonight i cry for fate and destiny is all i know who is my darkest foe? so honey, tell me do you still take up my plight? |
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