My blood is running thick,
As thick as passion will allow,
Hate is swelling in my chest,
My lungs collapsing under breath,
Body is heaving,
And flames erupting from inside,
Spewing words of fatality,
There is no escapre,
No fucking surrender,
Only destruction and death,
So run you filthy bitches,
So run to your fucking parents,
They will cry away your tears for you,
With their ashen blood,
And pockets full of bloodied knives,
But be sure,
Oh,
Be sure that I will follow you,
To the ends of time,
With a band of crazed bloodthirsters,
And a path of cloven heads and dismembered bodies,
Be ready.
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