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My Demise
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My Demise |
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since 1999-07-25
Posts 60Brentwood, Tn |
My Demise The endless death is near The demise of me shall be unforgiving. For I have done something alot of people haven't I have used my mind for what it is, What it was meant for. For that shall I suffer when I die? For I am suffering now, I am suffering because of you. All of you who don't think. Who don't explore their mind to the brink of insainity. For all of you my demise is near. But at least it won't be with you. |
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