Eat Your Heart Out, by Home-made Snuff Movie
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You can't catch me
flying at this speed,
wings unfurled,
I will escape the greed.
Always buried with
your eyes smoked shut,
it's not my fault you
moulded this slut.
Rotting rats from
their stinking hidey-holes,
it was the innocence of
candy that you stole.
Heartless monster buried deep
beneath the frozen winter shit,
you killed the damn thing
and ate the heart of it. |
Posted: 2006-11-17 09:55:29 UTC |
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