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May 2016
Hell is beside me
I can be as rotten as you
I can't wait to see
What the **** karma is going to do
I can hope for better days
And wish for the sun to shine
But I would rather let it rain
Pour this raging blood through and through
Let the devil out of his cage
And watch the torment begin
I can imagine all that will be done
It will start with your eyes
And work his way down
Oh yes, what comes around goes around
And this is hell's fury finding you
Be prepared not to make it out alive
What you did to me will be answered
By a swift stroke of the blade
Now it's your turn to feel the ******* pain
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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