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Sacrareligious ceremony
written by Genocide Reaper01:07 AM 11/12/04| Slit the angels throat, drain the blood into a golden cup, drink of the wicked glory of your deed. Feel the unearthly need to spread your creed! Split the cost with those who got lost, and shed some skin with the rusty razor, you have the power to bring the darkened hour! you have the time to use violence to stun the fools, and turn the beggers to mimes. Tear away the Nuns nerves, stripping down a dieing body, bleeding through the concrete exterior. Deep in the heart of hate you find your save, leak from the body of the slayed, the cost of the price to be paid. Reach into the heart of hell, pull forth the payment of pain from beneath the blood crusted surface. Its a sickening thought, but you'll love it once the pleasure has been braught, if its blood you want, then its blood you've got, if you need to feed, then just make the fucking blind bleed. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dacode05 (11-12-2004 - 02:25 AM)
| Dark Eyes, if I offered my throat, would you be gentle? |
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