If there ever was man who could burn a bridge...
...I’d set fire to the village.
I’d kidnap the mayor, hold him for ransom and cut off his head after the note was paid.
I’d pour salt on the fields, spill blood in the river, and drip poison in the wells.
I’d **** your first born.
If there ever was a man who could burn a bridge,
I’m your man…
…and there aren't many roads left that lead to my village.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
If there ever was man who could burn a bridge...
...I’d set fire to the village.
I’d kidnap the mayor, hold him for ransom and cut off his head after the note was paid.
I’d pour salt on the fields, spill blood in the river, and drip poison in the wells.
I’d **** your first born.
If there ever was a man who could burn a bridge,
I’m your man…
…and there aren't many roads left that lead to my village.
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