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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Give me dirt and nails Pour your filth down my throat Open yourself and find the truth Who are you? How have you been? Whats your name? What do you do? Please tell me If you know... All the money Young lust for the free And the pleasure that adds to it Freaks, punks, thrashing goth in your face Do it! Cut yourself Give yourself to God A piece of mind Snap my soul like a twig You thought I died Out here Amoung the trees Rotting in the bushes Under my own power Rotten power A dead egg Give me your soul Lets sacrifice it Sharpened knives and blades They leave marks Just add salt And feel it Bleeding, under the light I gave myself to you Now what do you think? Even the spirit of destruction chokes on this And death... ...coward Run Jesus, run It can't be dark with a light in the room. Thr enemies name is Satan a.k.a. "The Stoopid Angel" |
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