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They burnt the entire house down But the screams still ring out The atrocities committed, permitted to happen Can never be taken back, by a simple apology And a promise to never let it happen again The deaths, the humiliation they suffered Are imprinted in their heads By the time they find out It would have been too late A man with a boy's heart has been set free And he shan't stop till He's taken everything This world has to offer *(- secretly, he wishes that he'd burn and the world, the world would burn alongside him his brain fragments united for once, only once, in misery)* He chances upon others, his victims They prostate in-front of him They mirror the screams inside his head For a short while, his retribution is fulfilled But the screams soften to gasps, Cries of mercy Till they harshly grind to a halt As he is painted crimson, The screaming starts again - It never stops. It just fades into the background for a little while For a second, he knows Something is wrong Something doesn't feel right Right before he finds Another prey.
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Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 8:19 AM UTC
The Man With A Boy's Heart
They burnt the entire house down But the screams still ring out The atrocities committed, permitted to happen Can never be taken back, by a simple apology And a promise to never let it happen again The deaths, the humiliation they suffered Are imprinted in their heads By the time they find out It would have been too late A man with a boy's heart has been set free And he shan't stop till He's taken everything This world has to offer *(- secretly, he wishes that he'd burn and the world, the world would burn alongside him his brain fragments united for once, only once, in misery)* He chances upon others, his victims They prostate in-front of him They mirror the screams inside his head For a short while, his retribution is fulfilled But the screams soften to gasps, Cries of mercy Till they harshly grind to a halt As he is painted crimson, The screaming starts again - It never stops. It just fades into the background for a little while For a second, he knows Something is wrong Something doesn't feel right Right before he finds Another prey.
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Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 8:19 AM UTC
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