hello whichever name you wish to take,this is Killersup's own little poetry corner.Whatever,post comments if you like,or just look at it and see if it relates to you.
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Black moonlight fangs tear to shreads those of misunderstood torturing those that were least of the loved killing the hated of the brand never to reach out of their hole they only lie and wait for the ****ed to come and have then chain their souls to the pickets that the protesters carry upon their back.
liar liar
given titles of the ****ed the black hooded man never once told a lie but those of the programed never had the powerfull man told truth his words were liquid lies spewing from the fountian of hate the powerfull man kept on his way intill it was but one day that the powerfull man died and the hooded man lived still hated the hooded man felt no relef but instead he could feel only grief liar liar
Welcome to the madhouse, Demons jumping up and down all filled with glee. this is satans blood worthy heart stopping biggest catastrophe.we come up to earth, taking all the children. and give them deadly smiles by slitting their faces open. We take their souls, and throw them in satans flame, watching as the world crys in deep sadness and grief. welcome to the madhouse, we are filled with joy, happy as can be. now take a seat and come die with me
the horrid hands of the man who was stuffed inside of a can to die,whither away to die but instead he was opened and made into a pie and he became lessend. his fate was simple his pride was small he aces grew pimples and he learnt to draw
