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Ah, The Children...
Slit babies throats, consume their flesh,
Peel their skin, now I'm a mess,
Soaked in the blood of boys and girls.
Killing the kids of this filthy world,
Their little bodies lying limp and still...
Children to kill, their blood to spill...
Their high pitch screams, they screech so loud...
Cut them up cause they make my head pound.
heh...[/font]
Peel their skin, now I'm a mess,
Soaked in the blood of boys and girls.
Killing the kids of this filthy world,
Their little bodies lying limp and still...
Children to kill, their blood to spill...
Their high pitch screams, they screech so loud...
Cut them up cause they make my head pound.
heh...[/font]
Published 21st May 2010
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23rd May 2010 4:31am
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17th Jun 2010 5:33pm
yep yep! according to the first comment, i'm a sick fuck. but hey, look what i made! if being a sick fuck means making poems people like, then what the fuck do i care?! thanks for reading! ;)
