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Profile of a twisted woman

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[b]Come hither you harlot, you poisonous bitch,
Come sit with me and feast your eyes upon this.
This thing you see glistening within my grasp,
Will surely frighten the soul from your gasp.

Once upon a time I was in the darkness you see,
And decided it was time for others to plea.
The people who hurt me or tormented my mind,
Didn�t understand me, they were so blind.

I took it upon myself to sort them out,
Tore out their hearts to leave them without.
Breathless and cold I branded them liars,
Cut at their flesh then set them on fire.

The moral of the story seems terribly unfair,
Do you see in my face that i no longer care?!
Do you see now that my mind is fucked up?!
Do you see from my scars that my life is fucked up?!

Anyway,that's the end of my story.

It's
� �time �
� � � �for
� � � � � you
� � � � � � �to
� � � � � � � � die. [b]