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Since you're testing me, there's a Game to be played. First, I grab a lighter and I gotta Have my blade. I put the knife to your stomach With this slight pressure made. The blade has a shadow. Hide Your fear within the shade. Hide your fear away from me Because I see it as a feast. You were a monster to my heart, So I'm at the belly of the beast. With a knife and a lighter. I could slice you with the fire. I could split your flesh open And strip you of desires... All the desires of a lifetime. You're playing with your lifeline. You expect me to sympathize, But ***** you on my time. And the clock ticks slow when There's a lot you've been through. So use this time to pray for them Regrets and sins too. And don't beg or plead because I won't give a **** I'm not God. When I look at you, I just see another man. That means we have the same Status and get the same respect. And after I **** you, Tne same afterdeath. I'm willing to meet you in Hell for the pain you caused my Life. So I say a little prayer, then Glide across you with the Knife
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
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Since you're testing me, there's a Game to be played. First, I grab a lighter and I gotta Have my blade. I put the knife to your stomach With this slight pressure made. The blade has a shadow. Hide Your fear within the shade. Hide your fear away from me Because I see it as a feast. You were a monster to my heart, So I'm at the belly of the beast. With a knife and a lighter. I could slice you with the fire. I could split your flesh open And strip you of desires... All the desires of a lifetime. You're playing with your lifeline. You expect me to sympathize, But ***** you on my time. And the clock ticks slow when There's a lot you've been through. So use this time to pray for them Regrets and sins too. And don't beg or plead because I won't give a **** I'm not God. When I look at you, I just see another man. That means we have the same Status and get the same respect. And after I **** you, Tne same afterdeath. I'm willing to meet you in Hell for the pain you caused my Life. So I say a little prayer, then Glide across you with the Knife
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
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