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Feb 2012
Cry, Pain, Tears of blood
The red on all wrists will begin to flood
Don't try to hide, Don't try to run,
'Cause in the end I'll get you ***!

I'll slit your throat, cut out your eyes, and bring your head back down to size.
I'll make you scream, I'll make you cry, throw you in a fire and watch you die.

The anger built up and a monster was created...can't you tell it's everyone I hated?
No one is my friend...its all a bunch of lies! So, I'll hold you down, and cut you up.

No one will hear your cries!!!

This is great, new found power! They'll see you hanging in the shower.
You'll all squirm and I will laugh...as i saw your bodies in half.

You ****** me off, set off my fuse...now I'll think of new torchers to use.
Looking at you fills me with disgust...Here we are, a knife with rust.

Now I'll cut off all your fingers and toes...a look on your face no longer
It's froze...

To **** with me you all are fools!
Guess what? Now I make the rules!
Heather
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