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I put the iron through my lungs. I set the fire that's burning off your flesh. Skin is peeling from your bones. As my red blood drips into your mouth. Assassination. Decapitation. Cut your ******* head off. Stupid ******* ***** Assassination. Decapitation. Peel the ******* skin off your pretty little face. I ripped your heart out. Fed it to the hell hounds. Sliced you to pieces. Never trusted your skeleton hands. I put the gun up to my head. I pulled the trigger now you're ******* dead. Scars are forming on your wrist. Are you dead inside? Were you even ******* alive? Assassination. Decapitation. Cut your ******* head off. Stupid ******* ***** I took your life right out of your hands. Took your soul. I sold it to Lucifer. I took your head drowned you in the ocean. Tied to your bed. Hanging down from broken ceilings. Assassination. Decapitation. Peel the ******* skin off your pretty little face.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
Assassination.
I put the iron through my lungs. I set the fire that's burning off your flesh. Skin is peeling from your bones. As my red blood drips into your mouth. Assassination. Decapitation. Cut your ******* head off. Stupid ******* ***** Assassination. Decapitation. Peel the ******* skin off your pretty little face. I ripped your heart out. Fed it to the hell hounds. Sliced you to pieces. Never trusted your skeleton hands. I put the gun up to my head. I pulled the trigger now you're ******* dead. Scars are forming on your wrist. Are you dead inside? Were you even ******* alive? Assassination. Decapitation. Cut your ******* head off. Stupid ******* ***** I took your life right out of your hands. Took your soul. I sold it to Lucifer. I took your head drowned you in the ocean. Tied to your bed. Hanging down from broken ceilings. Assassination. Decapitation. Peel the ******* skin off your pretty little face.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
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