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i'll slaughter your daughter
i'll carve up her face
i'll fill her with mortar 
to keep her in place

the other; her brother
so readily dead
i'll feed him your daugher 
and cut off his head
Posted: 2009-06-16 08:48:04 UTC
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2010-08-03 18:49:38My.Lovenote.Has.Gone.Flat.XO
weird and freaky but good