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Aug 2010
Give me a reason not to punch you hard....

Until I can reach in and grab your heart
And turn it into modern art
A pile of putrid and disgusting crap
That hit the floor with a satisfying slap!

What loss is it to an **** like you?
A ******* who hasn’t got a clue!
How to love and chase a soft embrace.
Its clear its true its on your face!

So tell me you dumb witted fool,
What next to rip and throw at the wall?
You took her and then let her down,
You hurt her so I watch you drown.

Death is the best that I can give you,
For dumping her because she wouldn’t  ***** you!
So let’s hurry along get on and **** you,
Don’t want you to think that she will forgive you,

Which colour knife is best with blood red?
Ah forget I’m tired I need my bed!
Stab, stab, bleed, bleed, oh look your dead!
sorry thought it was about time i submitted for the dark sinister fans out there lol!
David Watt
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David Watt  milton keynes
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