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****** torture, pleasure.

You say you act for God,

when we see you

holding your signs

'God Bless 9/11'

'God hates Fags'

I honestly cannot comprehend

that you think you're doing good.

You, are the people who,

make me lose my faith,

in humanity.

You give us one Hell of a bad name.

You better start to fear us,

because if I had it my way,

Your life would be sustained on pain.

I would treasure every scream,

and cherish every cut.

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denver-elijah-bijlsma
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Published
Apr 17, 2013
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