Sweet lovely lymph liquid from your swollen mind.
I tressure it in of side my self. Hideing it form the enebitable declay. I wanna hold it tight. Tighter and tighter until i see blood, but its too hard. I cant breath it tracks me down. It smells like dead. A river of declayed blood. Which flows to the rithim of his heart rate. It leads to the darkest place which is almost every wear. Its where every thing is posible. The worse sins you'll see. The best pleshures youll feel, the number of the beast you'll wear for 7 ******* years. Everything backwards it is the anticriste you'll meet ,but then he'll come again ,and the skies will be red. The earth is dead, and he'll rise again. Were all doomed to hell.
2007-04-22
06:27:36
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i know my spelling is Sh*t
i suck at that =)
2007-04-22
06:34:43 ·
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