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xXx  Til the very last Breath  xXx

             HANDS OF  
                 FILTH  
              DRIED BLOOD  
                 CLAMMY  
                  AND  
                 COLD  
   
            AROUND THE NECK  
               THEY FEEL  
                  AT  
                 HOME  
   
               SQUEEZING  
                  AND  
                TWISTING  
                WITH-OUT  
                 RELENT  
   
                HE REVELS  
                   IN  
                   THE  
                 PLEASURE  
                 TIL ITS'  
                   LIFE  
                    IS  
               -S P E N T-  
   
                           -M  
                    
                    
                
Written by ManiacalMark
Published | Edited 5th Jan 2015
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