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Oct 2013
It was the peeling off of my flesh
on that hot summers day with putrid smells of rot
that put me in my place

You remember the one day right?

When you said I was your once
in a lifetime
as the knife ripped into the flesh

Did the nerve endings cause you pain, it did me?

I wonder how she will feel when
she gets the box full of your **** pictures in the mail

Will she smile, because she does love you so?

How about the one where you jacked off at work
and spunked on the wall for me?

Ha, that would be a great Christmas card for the
"two" of you

*******, for killing me
with countless slicing of the knife

Back to the **** and teenagers for you
Screaming Jesus
Written by
Screaming Jesus  Hell
   --- and Isabella Pullivan
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