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Submitted:Jul 31, 2011    Reads: 23    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Rip the Flesh! Salt the wound!

You just don't get the things I do!

It aint for them, it aint for you!

I kill for me! Thats the only truth!

Here is the battle.

Within my soul.

Whom be the enemy?

The ass. The troll.

I choose my fight.

Empire, Blood.

You try, stop me?

Im a motherfucking stud!

Strip the Flesh! Salt the wound!

Who even cares for what I do?

I only meant to care for you...

But now I really know the truth.

Meat sheild.

Meat puppet.

Meat.

Flesh.

Material.

Useless.

Nothing.





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