Fisting the alive.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I cant fucking take it anymore.
This loud snore, that sad whore.
The red mist builds inside of me,
The killer inside begins to see.
Her cunt is filled with that fat fuck bald wanker's seed.
And i'll be the one to make him bleed.
She was so sweet to me, my darling Gretta.
Now she's gone, i will make him see.
Thing's from my perspective the pain i have inside.
ALL THESE FUCKERS DESERVE TO DIE.
So i'll fist him to the left
and i'll fist him to the right
ill fist him up and ill fist him down.
 I cant count how long i've been fisting,
but as long as i live ill never stop thrusting.
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But i'm filled with a sadness like never before
why did i fucking marry that whore.
The words fill my head as i remember the dead
I cant even see red, I reminisce of the one I wed.
I married a honeybadger.