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Trolls are Faceless behind a screen Preaching words of places they've never been And feeding the flame to those who wish to perish, "Just get another one" to those who had a recent miscarriage It's all rather barbaric. To have a tongue of barbed wires With poison filled salivas It's all very toxic. Trolls have destroyed lives behind words of a keyboard Each keystroke a string of disasters Each sentence a blood spilt on unspoilt grounds And when death occurs they are no where to be found. Trolls are underground gremlins Who believe that building a bridge out of the corpses they make is the only way they will ride to heaven. Judge not lest ye be judged But I believe the contrary, I have not known your pain I have not known what you suffer But I will not wait for the words to buffer For the videos to buffer Just to hear and read your words About how I don't belong on this world. Build your bridges of corpses Ride your keyboard horses You won't be able to destroy What has already been destroyed.
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
Trolls
Trolls are Faceless behind a screen Preaching words of places they've never been And feeding the flame to those who wish to perish, "Just get another one" to those who had a recent miscarriage It's all rather barbaric. To have a tongue of barbed wires With poison filled salivas It's all very toxic. Trolls have destroyed lives behind words of a keyboard Each keystroke a string of disasters Each sentence a blood spilt on unspoilt grounds And when death occurs they are no where to be found. Trolls are underground gremlins Who believe that building a bridge out of the corpses they make is the only way they will ride to heaven. Judge not lest ye be judged But I believe the contrary, I have not known your pain I have not known what you suffer But I will not wait for the words to buffer For the videos to buffer Just to hear and read your words About how I don't belong on this world. Build your bridges of corpses Ride your keyboard horses You won't be able to destroy What has already been destroyed.
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
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