Oh High Bandit · Mar 14, 2012
Parasites, Leeches, Bacteria & Bacon.

You better hope

that the dope

kills you before I do.

Revenge is a storm

and I'm about to bring

your fucking boat down

to the bottom

of the sea.

Back to the parasites, leeches and bacteria

that made you.



Captains always go down with their ship.

But you threw everybody else under the grey hound

and kicked it in reverse.

Thirsty for blood,

carnivore.

I'm the bigger fish.

I'll be fair.

As I rise to the occasion and shove your selfishness in your face.

I'm giving you till the count of five.

Run faster than the scared little rabbit

you claimed to be.



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