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Mar 2010
I wiped my mouth of blood and guts
Im so happy i just ate this putz
What a satisfying ****
It really was a thrill

Since the start of time
Ive been waiting to make his brain mine
He's smelly and cruel
and always drools

He threw me on the floor
And then walked out the door
I sat and collected dust
Completing my lack of trust

Now whose going to play with me
I think as i sit on his knee
Maybe i should have just maimed him
Instead of ripping him limb from limb
Written by
Simone
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