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In vengeance I await for you to come, Oh my disciples, He is the man we're looking for, The atrocious smug I've been waiting for, Slowly, steadily I will make him pay, Cut his wrist and slit his nape, The blood he spilled, The thousands of people he killed, Oh God ! I promise you I'll make him pay, His dark and hideous face, His target-y gaze, Don't you worry my dear, he shall pay.
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 4:14 AM UTC
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In vengeance I await for you to come, Oh my disciples, He is the man we're looking for, The atrocious smug I've been waiting for, Slowly, steadily I will make him pay, Cut his wrist and slit his nape, The blood he spilled, The thousands of people he killed, Oh God ! I promise you I'll make him pay, His dark and hideous face, His target-y gaze, Don't you worry my dear, he shall pay.
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 4:14 AM UTC
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