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Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Rage

I just wanna stomp all over you. Break your face and break your insides. Make you wish you were never even born. You're nothing but what should have been lost. You're nothing to me. You're nothing to them. You're fucking useless.
I could strangle you limp,
and it would not phase me.
I just killed a man. But nothing can tame me.

Fucking peice of trash.
Don't question my authority.
I'll crush you in a second.
I'll mend you in a minute.
I'll destroy you anytime, anywhere.

I'll fucking tear you apart,
because nothing really matters in this world, we're all make beleive. Plastic and just mounds of artificial limbs climbing upon our own selfish, dead souls.

I swear I'll make you pay.

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