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You stupid selfish peace of shit,
worth even less then my respect.
How could you be such an idiot,
little slut you're not safe yet.
I'll hunt you down like an animal,
you will know what true fear means.
Grabbing you is what turns me on,
your blood is what you think it seems.
I want to swing my bat against your skull,
see your life get shorter every time I swing.
As gently but as lifeless softly you will fall,
the cool feeling of ease was quite satisfying.
As your head lies cracked open like a broken bottle,
I see your body moving as if going into arrest.
A strange sensation comes over me little but subtile,
now that I have had my revenge can I rest?
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'Ode aan Scatterheart' - 'Rotzooien deed je in 2000 op de achterste rij.'
Laatst gewijzigd op 02-06-2002 om 14:32.
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