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You son of a ***** You, fuck..FUCK. Backwoods bury ideals of true southern comfort My tears are no longer cleansing nor purifying I have escaped my sanity GOD **** IT. YOU SON OF A ***** CONFEDERATE FLAG WAVING ******* **** or be killed Oh, you stupid son of a ***** That's my family, my friends, my companions Four legged fur ***** who only cared to run YOU SON OF A ***** I'll find you and the poison soaked food you offer my friends I'm sure they smiled at you I'm sure you were kind I'm sure you caressed them with care Then with that cursed devil's grin YOU SON OF ***** YOU KILLED MY FAMILY I hear her now... Her name is Gabby Gabriel when I'm angry. She the last one and I hear her begging mercy.. "Please." I'll do what you've done to them See if your hunting grounds free I hope it was worth every bit of the poison Because it shall come back in threes.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
Dead Dogs
You son of a ***** You, fuck..FUCK. Backwoods bury ideals of true southern comfort My tears are no longer cleansing nor purifying I have escaped my sanity GOD **** IT. YOU SON OF A ***** CONFEDERATE FLAG WAVING ******* **** or be killed Oh, you stupid son of a ***** That's my family, my friends, my companions Four legged fur ***** who only cared to run YOU SON OF A ***** I'll find you and the poison soaked food you offer my friends I'm sure they smiled at you I'm sure you were kind I'm sure you caressed them with care Then with that cursed devil's grin YOU SON OF ***** YOU KILLED MY FAMILY I hear her now... Her name is Gabby Gabriel when I'm angry. She the last one and I hear her begging mercy.. "Please." I'll do what you've done to them See if your hunting grounds free I hope it was worth every bit of the poison Because it shall come back in threes.
The sad part of this is that it is true... I live in the country and, to be short, things are different here. Men have no mercy on animals at times. So, a man who was bothered my dogs on his property, had a confrontation with my father. Three days later, today, our dogs began coughing off some steaks cubes that were not even digestible. When my father called the man he simply said, "Such a shame to see them go." I never point fingers, but I will point a loaded barrel.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
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