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Pay me, I **** Pay me, I ****** Pay me, I slaughter, Pay me, I butcher. Dark was my past, dark is my future; A mindlessly violent, blood-seeking vulture. Seldom messy (nearly always discreet), I slice up the flesh, the bones and the meat. They might hear you cry, they might hear you weep; Crying and weeping yourself into sleep. Should I receive a contract bearing a name, I know it's the start of yet another game. . . Aye, me! Too many I've butchered, Too many I slew, Too many I've murdered; wouldn't even remember you- but there is one, to my utter dismay, I would never forget: the one and the only one that ever got away. . .
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Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
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Pay me, I **** Pay me, I ****** Pay me, I slaughter, Pay me, I butcher. Dark was my past, dark is my future; A mindlessly violent, blood-seeking vulture. Seldom messy (nearly always discreet), I slice up the flesh, the bones and the meat. They might hear you cry, they might hear you weep; Crying and weeping yourself into sleep. Should I receive a contract bearing a name, I know it's the start of yet another game. . . Aye, me! Too many I've butchered, Too many I slew, Too many I've murdered; wouldn't even remember you- but there is one, to my utter dismay, I would never forget: the one and the only one that ever got away. . .
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anton-michael
South African
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
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