#593064 added June 25, 2008 at 5:17pm Restrictions: None
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I’m an enemy on the warpath
When you’re togged out in these knitted whatnots,
Oddbods,
Hats n’ sweaters. That’s the stuff.
Oh, sure. Shoot me down!
Lament,
Lament,
Bloody lament.
BE GRATEFUL. It’s not my fault you dumbfucks can’t
Tell the weather from inside your wendy-houses
AYE.
I’M AN ENEMY.
But when December rolls around so does the mist across thy eyes
No less
No matter
One day
I’ll have me cake!
I’ll flick the switch and your
Kids’
Kids’
Kids’
Kids’
Kids
Can go to hell.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.
the cold stench of moonlit death.
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