Eat Your Heart Out

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By Home-made Snuff Movie

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.

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May 18, 2007 00:29Angel of Music

Excelent! I loved it! :) love me