For every
condescending syllable,
that has slipped out of
your.
Serpent like tongue.
Wish I could
squash you with my
black leather boots
&
watch you squirm.
&
Gasp for air.
Like I have done,
so many times before
your black-hole-eyes.
But, that wouldn't be the Christian thing to do.
Good thing. I got excommunicated.
Now, suffer.
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 7:04 PM UTC
For every
condescending syllable,
that has slipped out of
your.
Serpent like tongue.
Wish I could
squash you with my
black leather boots
&
watch you squirm.
&
Gasp for air.
Like I have done,
so many times before
your black-hole-eyes.
But, that wouldn't be the Christian thing to do.
Good thing. I got excommunicated.
Now, suffer.
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