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Everybody in this world wish in some way, no matter how twisted, that they can change the world. The fact of a matter is drugs and sex is so much more fun and we rather die from something as not worth it as a STD or OD than from an atempt in improving the world...


Submitted:Nov 2, 2012    Reads: 71    Comments: 13    Likes: 5   


Deadly party.

Lets have a party,

A deadly party.

Lets get high,

lets get drunk.

Lets drink batryacid

With the Grim Reaper.

This is inough to make you slip your wrist!

Is this the pill you need to keep you going?

Its a terrable ilushion.

Will we fuck till the sun comes up?

Its a terrable ilushion.

I will be sick I promise.

Lets have a party,

A deadly party.

Lets get drunk,

Lets get high.

Lets drink batryacid

with the Grim Reaper.

No one can stop us now!

Where are we going with this?

Will this ever end!?

An sickness, disease.

Wheres the cure my dear?

Why are you here?

Do you have it?

Dit you get it?

Lets have a party,

A deadly party.

Lets get drunk,

Lets get high.

Lets drink batryacid

with the Grim Reaper.

The shadow cloaking,

cloaking a world I love.

This pill,

is it enough?

Gravity starts to fade,

The sun scoarching down.

To hot to fuck.

Got so infected.

Can't breath.

This will let me slip my wrist.

My dear why are you here?

Dit Bloody Marry join you?

The angels light fading.

God save us now!

We are falling.

Save us please!

This is a party.

A deadly party.

You are drunk.

I am I am high.

We are drinking batryacid,

with our friend the grim reaper.





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