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Jul 2016
I sharpen my knife
I am waiting for the day
I will finally take your life awa
Spineless
Spewing your generic brand of hate
You leave a toxic wreckage
With every breath you take
Your death will be my blessing
The perfect gift for all you invade
Your existence is worthless
Your the world's excuse for going insane
Shane Michael Stoops
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Shane Michael Stoops  45/M/Mo Valley, IA
(45/M/Mo Valley, IA)   
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