BUT YOUR BLOOD WILL TELL THE STORIES THAT NOT EVEN THE GODS THEMSELVES CAN TELL!! THEIR PAIN KNOWS NOTHING COMPARED TO OURS! THOSE PERFECT LITTLE BITCHES BEGGING AND CRYING FOR WORSHIP, I PULL MY JAW BACK AND LET MY WATERFALL OF DEAD BLOOD COAT THEIR DIVINE BEAUTY. SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM YOU DEMONS OF HEAVEN. CRY AS YOUR EYES ROT AND YOUR TEETH SCATTER TO THE GROUND. I DON'T CARE ABOT YOU. I WANT NOTHINGBUT THE WORST F
ROCKS AND STICKS AND KNIVES AND PAIN, DEATH IS JUST A CHILD'S GAME, FEEL THE SPIRIT DISAPEAR, HEAR THE VOID CREEP IN YOUR EAR. THE COSMIC PUNCHLINE IS FINALLY READY TH TAKE ITS PLACE CENTER STAGE AND THE AUDIENCE IS NODDED OFF ON HEROIN, THE ANGELS LAY MOTIONLESS IN THEIR CARPETED OPIUM DENS AND WE'RE JUST LEFT DANCING LIKE MARIONETTES WITHOUT STRINGS BECAUSE ITS ALL WE NKOW
I WILL SCREAM AND BURN WHEN THE FIRES OF HELL SEIZE THEIR MOMENT AND ENGULF THE WRETCHED WORLD OUR SICK, TWISTED FATHERS BUILT FOR US TO LANGUISH IN AND SUFFER IN. I WILL LAUGH WHEN THE PAIN IS DONE BECAUSE THER WILL BE NOTHING LEFT TO DO. MY UGLY FLESH IS GONE AND ONLY THE BONE REMAINS, BLACKENED CHARRED AND SOON TO ASH, AND AS I FLAKE INTO DUST I WILL HATE AND CURSE EVERY STRANGE BONE SHARD MY WRETCHED REMAINS TOUC
Hey, everybody! It's your good old pal Deecy here. Now that was quite somethin', huh? Well, looks like the old man's lost his mind. Always sad to see it happen. Wonder where he'll go from here? I bet he'll wander into the wilderness and never be seen again. What's your guess? Remember to ask your parents before mailing your answer into to Scruff Mcgruff, Chicago, IL 60652
Yes it's heartbroken but still mine. Drink today. So... people get haunted. For the weary. Still here for all of us. Salud.
YUO BETTER LEAVE MY SITE ALONE. THIS IS MY SHRINE. THIS IS MY CHURCH. WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT
workin on it (puts my hand up halfway as i hit a blinker and disappear in2 a cloud)
new world page
I like how u frame different images, also I like the variety of styles u got going on for different sections of ur site !!!