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I look upon you with vengeance with blood lust in my veins we used to have an alliance now all I see is bloodstains and pieces of what used to be My hatred for you all caused your brutal deaths the blood on the white satin sheet caused by my self-indulgence to feast upon flesh and fresh meat If it wasn't for the chain saw I would have killed you with my sharp teeth as you cowered and crawled it just amplified my psychopathic rage You father I loved our brawl You would ***** anyone for a quick dollar If it was't for sis and mother i would have sodomized you and spit in your face like you would me. Oh, my dear mother you of all people should know not to run adrenaline pumping heart thumping blood coagulating I strangled you mother no remorse found as you stared into those black glassy eyes what used to be brown now stone cold as ice blacker than the void of space. After mother and father were dead it was off with brothers head for little sis well she was chopped up into little pieces For this, is the Death Toll!!!
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
Death Toll
I look upon you with vengeance with blood lust in my veins we used to have an alliance now all I see is bloodstains and pieces of what used to be My hatred for you all caused your brutal deaths the blood on the white satin sheet caused by my self-indulgence to feast upon flesh and fresh meat If it wasn't for the chain saw I would have killed you with my sharp teeth as you cowered and crawled it just amplified my psychopathic rage You father I loved our brawl You would ***** anyone for a quick dollar If it was't for sis and mother i would have sodomized you and spit in your face like you would me. Oh, my dear mother you of all people should know not to run adrenaline pumping heart thumping blood coagulating I strangled you mother no remorse found as you stared into those black glassy eyes what used to be brown now stone cold as ice blacker than the void of space. After mother and father were dead it was off with brothers head for little sis well she was chopped up into little pieces For this, is the Death Toll!!!
brandon-cookpp
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
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