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Aug 2014
the commencement of the bloodbath shall begin shortly
the walls will be splattered with the liquid that ran through your veins and arteries
you will beg
and beg
as I slash your throat
and spill your innards over the floor of this "sanctuary"
while I, myself take a chance to smile at the art
that has oozed onto the wall and riddled the hallway with the reeking stench of glory
as the weak quiver
And I Bow
not my best. but I like it.
Autumn
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Autumn  24/F
(24/F)   
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     ---, Ayman Zain, ---, Michael Amery and mia
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