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The conformed
written by Genocide Reaper08:08 AM 8/6/04| Stir the fog, defy my God. I conclude that your lost in selclusion, the refusing of a two sided verdict, the contradicting balance that settles the score. The flamboyent intial's that name a whore. I showed you the door, you opened it, whats inside isn't my creation, its your confrontation. Bleed before me, and I'll heed the warning. My life isn't open ground for Tresspassing, I'm open for debate, not a conforming Intiate. Scorn the Liberal's first born. Socialism is a Fucking trap. It will catch you forever inside the turning ever changing scene of who's right, and who's wrong. I believe that its not up to me to leave, its not wrong to shun and twist around the deceived. The trial isn't over. The compile of a lie has been conceived. Your my victim inside my Mind. Your my mortal enemy forever until I die. Liar, tresspasser, preacher, convincer, corporate insightful stem of the Industry. Converted turn coat. Concreted in your choices, violated as the voices. Filled to the rim of the golden cup, the blood of Their martyr. |
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To Liberals. Christians. Muslims. And any other Ignorant asshole that follows blindly..Please, at least consider what your doing.
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