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the strong hate i hold for you
is some that i hold so dearly
i will not let go until...
i get my revenge on you

the massace you will turn into
is one i will laugh at
you will be torn apart
and left to rot

cornered in a room with no escape
death hacking at the door
your head rolling on the floor

flesh is being torn
no one left to mourn
you are in the depths of death

snapping yor neck, the spinal cord breaks
you've been dead for hours

take the cold body out back
dig a hole six feet deep

drop you in
cover you in dirt
no need for a headstone
you never mattered
neither did I

maggots move in to feed
nothing left but bones now
nothing left...