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roses and shot gun shells
written by Genocide Reaper08:25 PM 11/16/04| I'm walking down a hall way, a few red roses between my teeth, a sawed off shotgun in my hands. Pump action in pistol grip fashion. Pumping 00 buckshot into fools which have fallen into their own despair, trying to keep me from my dear. The demons that think hideing her away from me will lure me in and lead me to a slaughter, but the truth is. They just started their own massacre. I'll leave rose petals and trail of smoking shotgun shells behind me. Blood splattering the wall. Blood dripping into the floor. I hear her call to me. Saying he's waiting on me. My first reaction is to kill first and care later. So I kick the door in faster. Pushing a foot through his chest, kicking out his spine, leaving his heart to fall to my foot, giving one last beat, before it burst between my ladies fist, in her rage, she had ripped free from the ropes as they decided to get a little too close to what is mine. It lit a center of blazeing fire. That burned their entire worlds into cinders. hindering the mass of demons, massacred. |
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I was thinking about Roses and Shot gun shells..
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