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bloodied fingers madly claw caskets hermetically sealed bullet riddled bodies crazily didst draw triggered bloodshed tsunami, where logic insists there must be a flaw precious priceless proud loved ones demise festers "stunned disbelief" to gnaw perhaps shell shocked next of kin utter primal wails resemble distorted hee haw lifeless loved ones alive just moments ago, these special darlings (dozen plus youth) premature death deprived never delight one or more in-law whereat deceased brides and grooms denied pledging troth from permanently stilled jaw, while bereaved inconsolably cry deafeningly, drenching cloths cupping raw cheeks, a cruel prank sans burden ****** upon a maw (whose womb once housed forever lifeless son or daughter), rigor mortis out buzzfeeds Stihl chain saw shrieking, how, this "NON FAKE" living nightmare cast an excruciating pall, whence diabolic demons lear into the opened seam, where under a sheltering sky Gaia doth hear the deafening lament against a cool, calm and collected frenzied maniac whose flare ring nostrils adrip with rage exchanged slugs of lead for dear lee departed souls, where dark clouds may never clear as the living suffer horrendous psychic hemorrhage agonizingly bid their own flesh and blood affixed atop a bier.
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Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
egregious evil exceeds means to cope
bloodied fingers madly claw caskets hermetically sealed bullet riddled bodies crazily didst draw triggered bloodshed tsunami, where logic insists there must be a flaw precious priceless proud loved ones demise festers "stunned disbelief" to gnaw perhaps shell shocked next of kin utter primal wails resemble distorted hee haw lifeless loved ones alive just moments ago, these special darlings (dozen plus youth) premature death deprived never delight one or more in-law whereat deceased brides and grooms denied pledging troth from permanently stilled jaw, while bereaved inconsolably cry deafeningly, drenching cloths cupping raw cheeks, a cruel prank sans burden ****** upon a maw (whose womb once housed forever lifeless son or daughter), rigor mortis out buzzfeeds Stihl chain saw shrieking, how, this "NON FAKE" living nightmare cast an excruciating pall, whence diabolic demons lear into the opened seam, where under a sheltering sky Gaia doth hear the deafening lament against a cool, calm and collected frenzied maniac whose flare ring nostrils adrip with rage exchanged slugs of lead for dear lee departed souls, where dark clouds may never clear as the living suffer horrendous psychic hemorrhage agonizingly bid their own flesh and blood affixed atop a bier.
matthew-scott-harris2p
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66/M/schwenksville, penna
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
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