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Mar 2013
god i love children
i catch them and **** them
i empty then fill them
up with my own blood.

i tare out their eyes
so they see no more lies
now i dont compromise
while im chewing my cud.

i creep while i watch them
i catch them i wash them
then surgically botch them
so their bodies flood.

the truth is these youths
well i do keep them fresh
(well at least all their flesh)
and then i take their death
drape it over my head
and i wear like the red
of a budding rose-bud.
Written by
mike
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   Md HUDA
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