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god i love children i catch them and **** them i empty then fill them up with my own blood. i tare out their eyes so they see no more lies now i dont compromise while im chewing my cud. i creep while i watch them i catch them i wash them then surgically botch them so their bodies flood. the truth is these youths well i do keep them fresh (well at least all their flesh) and then i take their death drape it over my head and i wear like the red of a budding rose-bud.
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Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
Dr. seuss
god i love children i catch them and **** them i empty then fill them up with my own blood. i tare out their eyes so they see no more lies now i dont compromise while im chewing my cud. i creep while i watch them i catch them i wash them then surgically botch them so their bodies flood. the truth is these youths well i do keep them fresh (well at least all their flesh) and then i take their death drape it over my head and i wear like the red of a budding rose-bud.
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Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
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