| *P A R A S I T E * |
| A storm of saddness is born when the rain falls within a cautionary eye to the sympathetic to let the deciet begin. And so comes a tale of a little boy whose woe grows out of a drastic root, so weak to fight, but why bother when the attention of others in selfishness will placate? Let your blood spill with your self pity and sorrow. The world wouldn't miss you if you died tomorrow *for the way you have hurt so many and let it pass by* * Your suicide is poetic justice- let the noose rope tie* BLEED! For every jaded heart and illusioned mind BLEED! For every lie you spit forth and every victim you find BLEED! The tide of blood will wash you away wash you away Taste the foulr flavor of those who emulate your ways, they who worship death but still fear it. While the game plays, draw in the nieve to break their hearts as if it is a morbid joke, but the game will end when you befall the very plague you spread- ON YOUR OWN YOU WILL CHOKE! PUTREFY IN PIECES! PARASITE! Feeding off the souls of those who have no will PARASITE! Breeding dead-alive peoplefor them I want to kill PARASITE! Needing their empathy to set them up to Wither away PARASITE! No strength to fight I'm coming to take you away! |
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