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Some days he'll dress in new or old But with a smile always so sharp His walking charm will take a toll When the woman turns to dark His snaking charm strolls to the pub Where the slags and twonks *** around Nothing but warm hands and pint to grub Where the woman he sees is found She spits bleeding words from her filthy mouth As he scorns them back with his hand The red only cries when she screams in doubt The snake gives her his looking glan Someone thought to call for help But no help had ever arrived The barman listened to the poor woman's yelp People pretend she never cried The smiling man of ruthless charm Walks down the stairs of death Vehemence covered with blood and sin Whereas mannequin slags spread grim In forms of angelic old and new His inhibited shape had grew More evil it grew as his smile knew His deliverance was joyful harm He preached to barman to slags to twonks His ways of nature so brash and ****** From snake to wolf to man dressed well Even a preacher of God his allure so grand The cunting ***** bemoaned downwards Dampened with red paint shrieked foreign words With her limbs cut open, "Deliverance is God" Finding it was the charming man who smiled as a sod
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
Joyful Harm
Some days he'll dress in new or old But with a smile always so sharp His walking charm will take a toll When the woman turns to dark His snaking charm strolls to the pub Where the slags and twonks *** around Nothing but warm hands and pint to grub Where the woman he sees is found She spits bleeding words from her filthy mouth As he scorns them back with his hand The red only cries when she screams in doubt The snake gives her his looking glan Someone thought to call for help But no help had ever arrived The barman listened to the poor woman's yelp People pretend she never cried The smiling man of ruthless charm Walks down the stairs of death Vehemence covered with blood and sin Whereas mannequin slags spread grim In forms of angelic old and new His inhibited shape had grew More evil it grew as his smile knew His deliverance was joyful harm He preached to barman to slags to twonks His ways of nature so brash and ****** From snake to wolf to man dressed well Even a preacher of God his allure so grand The cunting ***** bemoaned downwards Dampened with red paint shrieked foreign words With her limbs cut open, "Deliverance is God" Finding it was the charming man who smiled as a sod
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
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