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The itch I have I cannot scratch Its one of a sick psychopath I yearn for flesh, blood, and guts To end a life to quench my lust But do not fear for its not you That I will put the bullet through I will be the one it hits Cause I get off on killing the sick
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
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The itch I have I cannot scratch Its one of a sick psychopath I yearn for flesh, blood, and guts To end a life to quench my lust But do not fear for its not you That I will put the bullet through I will be the one it hits Cause I get off on killing the sick
james-wilhelm
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
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