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Dec 2010
Miles go I seldom care.
None cross the path fear is adrug I need to exist.
The road my hunting ground  night my  world.

In my view the lights a becon caliing the  road holds no mercy.
The weak shall  be erased.
Im a dealer in pain.

Hell's highway calls me every mile  is a battle of will.
Do you know my name?
speak it in fear of long nights  traveling alone.

Souls matter none for it's  the flesh I yern to own.
Remorse is a stranger to me.
Written by
Toe Cutter
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