| Yes you mean alot, you created the plot, a toy insided the ploy. I find you fascinating. How you can try to control me through treachery, fuck..Hahahah..I touch your face, I watch the tear roll down your cheek, you look close to death, that mug is slowy evaporating, modest, so I'm honest..Lure the cure, Blood stains on the floor, a Color of red, its the perfect pain...Now I have a Question...What do I need to prove? I'm going insane..Get fucking back! I'm on a faultering limb, and I'm about to snap, all I need is just one more little tap. Too much rage for you even to get a clap off, before I snatch your head off, violently peeling the face off. Your mask is at last gone, the bones of the skull dusted over with a memory. Its better of your just a similarity, fucking prostitute of the mass.. A whore who stands in the doorway..Making my, day bitter, keep your filthly fingers away from mine, your digit is 0. zero% pure, zero of you is worth a Thought. Now, get lost, your meaningless drible is going to get you grinded into kibble, the Facts of the matter is you suck, the full meaning is your fucked. The whole scene is described rather clearly, but your obtaining it within your mind slowly. Your shit out fucking luck..Now back, intelligence lacking slacker, of the shit pile. Your known for all the shit you said, that didn't make any sense, at least I'm known for pulling up a debate, so I can retaliate with Brilliance too ultimatly make them Hate..me. Its what I want, I feed off of the Hatred that is forced in my Direction, its all part of the distorted little inserections. Section of being a Servant to your Christ in my Mind is Closed. All the power I have now, was bestowed. Back up. Or bow down, make your choice Now. |
