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Evil Monster
Your scare the life out of me
your face the nearest point of death
your very preceasnce frightens me to my shallow grave
youve driven me to the point of hate
your life now ill surley take
your a lying cheating pice of scum
i swing this hatchet
as you try too run
the blood on this blade is here too stay
as your soul now fades away
your face the nearest point of death
your very preceasnce frightens me to my shallow grave
youve driven me to the point of hate
your life now ill surley take
your a lying cheating pice of scum
i swing this hatchet
as you try too run
the blood on this blade is here too stay
as your soul now fades away
Published 19th Feb 2012
| Edited 20th Feb 2012
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