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When I think of you I see nothing but putrid filth Your heart is blacker than the darkest night And your soul-substitute is filled with pus Filthy foulness oozing from wounds Suppurating with germs and graveyard worms Christ Jesu I beg on my bony knees In the deserted cemetary of my heart That He will make you burn in Hell Slowly inserting blazing steel knives in your eyes While evil demons rip your guts out And eat your colon before your living eyes .
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 6:26 AM UTC
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When I think of you I see nothing but putrid filth Your heart is blacker than the darkest night And your soul-substitute is filled with pus Filthy foulness oozing from wounds Suppurating with germs and graveyard worms Christ Jesu I beg on my bony knees In the deserted cemetary of my heart That He will make you burn in Hell Slowly inserting blazing steel knives in your eyes While evil demons rip your guts out And eat your colon before your living eyes .
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 6:26 AM UTC
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