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I swear to god if I saw you in the fucking street I'd rip your throat out and make you suffer. No justice could be done but I would love every minute to see you wilting in the dirt. So here's to you my valentine, I bring you a mushroom cloud. I've lost my mind and I don't miss it. I carve these memories into my wooden heart. You make me fucking sick, my blood turns black with animosity. I swear to god you fuck this is the end of your atrocity. No empathy, they drowned beneath your icy bane. Entrapped forever, begging to relieve the pain. This is all because of you, aren't you happy? I'll stop you bleeding through, I swear to god. I pray for their souls. From Letras Mania