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betrayal its jugement day
Contributed by
spirit_of_dark_tears
on
Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 04:43:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Nobody knows this hell i fell this anger and hate pent up inside of me now its me or you you will be nexed death shall be brought on the wings of this fallen angel death to the betrayers that have forsaken me death to the parents that abandoned me ill make your blood rain my my blade shall be drenshed with the unworthes sniper shells and mother ***** feaunarul bellsbody bag and chalked out lines make the street my mark has been left pilige and burn athority will be a mass genisside streets become your grave yards no one will survie and now *****s its time to die
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Re: betrayal its jugement day
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kitty06 on
Sunday, 7th August 2005 @ 07:27:00 PM AEST (User
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Such a powerful rant, yet strangely poetic. 'ill make your blood rain my blade shall be drenched with the unworthes...' I can feel the anger and hatred radiate from these lines. |
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