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Feelin nicotine sick
Tho nev **** on a stick
Dealin wit dopamine *****
They don't need a fix
No more imagining it's accidental, ******. No more mercy. No more acceptance. No more tolerance.
I'm sorry I'm not a degenerate like you
But that's not my fault
But in your own warped minds
Filth

F Minus
They told Bruce to evacuate like everyone else,
"Thems orders, follow suit."
He disrobed before them,
And revealed what real emptiness is.
Beauty, Beast, married twain.

Lion, lamb, whole again,

Sun in Cancer, switch's bane

Free o' folly, words a-gain |

Poison Somber, dues to vain,

Vein of coraline, flowers rose.
'Cause you're demons POS's. But DONT WORRY, YOU WILL ONE DAY.

Since youre all demons who gang up to abuse saints, you will be going to Hell. It's your choice. I hope someday I'll see you in Heaven, but I won't be having conversations with you demons anymore, since you have no decency, no respect, and are a waste of time. Once you experience eternal racking of your soul in Hell like I did, maybe you'll have a chance. Good luck.
I won't be talking to ungodly **** anymore. Only those who are Heavenly like me, who bothered to get there. So when you get to Heaven, I'll talk to you then. Till then, Adieu
I showed kindness, but I'm not going to continue to foster your demonistic unrepentance.
Enjoy Hell
I guess
You worked
Really hard
To get there,
There where
The potlucks
Serve you
On the menu
With au jus,
Fresh shredded
Pork ****
Every day
Consumed wholly
One bite
At a time
For eternity.
"Good luck"
You said-
Slowly poisoned
By carpet fibers
Cross's sacrifice
The guilty pay
Not one helped
All are Cain
Murdered Abel
So unclean
Hell forever
Never forgiven
No excuses
Enjoy Justice
Dust to dust
All is repaid
Evil swine
Abused the innocent
By my suffering
Christ instantiated the Law
Fulfilling All
You chose evil
You were warned
Time and again
Begged for help
You didn't care
Hypocrites and false godly
Unkind phonies
Perdition your sentence
For eternal crimes
I could've made this into a real poem better organized but just wanted to get the facts out. I don't dance for you the ****** by your own abuses.
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