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Torture. Kill. Repeat.
Standing alone in a room as black as the sun, the reaper put you in limbo, torturing you until the pain is unbearable
you will beg to stop the suffering, but a little bitch like you gets all they deserve
he'll slit your throat, fist fuck the wound, till blood is all you can consume
your fucking worthless, like a dog in the street, like vermin crawling around in shit
your the scum resting on the top of the earth, acting like a big shot, your mouth got you shot and your skull impacted with a hammer
dazed you stagger, into the mouth of hell, come on in, burn right up, blister the skin and expel puss, you sack of fucking shit.
you will beg to stop the suffering, but a little bitch like you gets all they deserve
he'll slit your throat, fist fuck the wound, till blood is all you can consume
your fucking worthless, like a dog in the street, like vermin crawling around in shit
your the scum resting on the top of the earth, acting like a big shot, your mouth got you shot and your skull impacted with a hammer
dazed you stagger, into the mouth of hell, come on in, burn right up, blister the skin and expel puss, you sack of fucking shit.
Published 6th Apr 2020
Author's Note
Thought I'd walk back into less introverted pathways.
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