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The source of the infection
written by Genocide Reaper05:14 AM 11/17/04| You are a fucking virus infecting me. I must cleanse these wounds, and bleed it until I heal it. I must remove you like a blood sucking parasite, burn you off of my cold dead flesh. Lies upon stacks upon stacks of fucking lies. Time after time, rhyme after rhyme I tried. This is the end, and in the end it gets me no where. Except deeper into my hate filled state. I'd love to send you to your burial plot early. Fuck you, and Fuck the things you do. Fuck everything about you. You cannot, percieve me honestly, you cannot tell a story about me without lieing. you cannot look me in the eyes. You are nothing. I see now why you wish to hide. Like flies to a decaying corpse. your lies pour out like maggots. Hatching and growing, breeding and feeding. Spreading the virus into everyone and everything, soon there will be no other choice, but to kill the source of the infection. YOU! |
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