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I知 Coming After You John Wick (Part I)

I come to bring the earth the view of deadly passion
Whips, chains, ropes, neck hangs, feet in the wind thrashing
Into the night, soul痴 humanity will be mine
Knifing of revenge into the heart, blood feast, I drink your life away since the beginning of time
Eyes plucked out arms, legs dismembered
Stumbling with a numb existence, gashed and exposed meaty flesh stained on log timbers
My butchery will be silent, swift
Blood flow, darken pools of victory, flowing to the fiery abyss
In my name you will remember when you look upon the strike of your untimely death
Lashes to your back, limp, and dead to fight, a warrior痴 ultimate finish with knout welts
I am treason to the mind, heart, and tyrannical I cause by fire oaths, deeds to obliterate in my name upon the land
Hardships of arrowed direct attacks in the wind blows like a storm of sand
No mercy for woman or man
Acid to acid bones to dust
Hushed witnessed of whose demise, devoid conscious in God you may trust
The only thing never to squander is a man or to covet his nutt
To the animal who bemoans I shall kill unto the holler
Unto the night let thy roar be heard as I repeatedly plunge into organs for the bloody slaughter
Devore of flesh ripped and tore
Animalistic merged to kill again and again upon the moon痴 fourscore
Sharpening dialects on tips of swords
Like a chess board your move
Killed in the game before I say checkmate, 土ou lose
Blinding you in this life and the next my hunt becomes a blood thirsty pursue
The element of your aura becomes my heightened bitter food
Loins of men, seasoned, mm sweetly seduced
Femme fatale痴 lips of wine, siphon their lifeform in comradery of thy ruse
Scalpel stabbing from hair, dragging the deep incision way past the heart
Wearing their skin of shame after shanking it off as I bow to the dark
Taxidermy for my wall trophy
I give Lucifer his instructions to drown your soul in my deep blue sea
To the throne for which my name echoes
Unto my enemies I heckle
To be muttered voices or to watch purgatory unfold as the spectacle
A soul to kill for the steal
A demented spirit whispers of ghost you feel when you hear it
An illusion festering to bring you hate and delusion
Death and disgrace under my grace
My mark upon the forehead, palms branded as a reminder, a tattooed teardrop to thy face
I am Revenge I instruct the wizard, the fairy, and now you John Wick
Mothafucker it痴 me the Nun Runner bitch
My weapons never to come up against if so, it comes down to a slayer's silent hit
In my path I never miss
Written by The_Nun_Runner
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