I must, I have to, I don't want to, don't make me

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By poison girl

Not again I cant take it again the blood is too thick my mouth is too quick my teeth are too sharp The screams are too sharp the blood is spewed the pain is crued The limbs grow lifeless the heart grows lifeless The air becomes quiet the dead shows no riot the living fears me the dead envy me doomed to hunt again there I go again

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May 21, 2007 17:04Angel of Music

Great job!