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Serial Killer
Contributed by
Jason_Robert_Britt
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Tuesday, 28th January 2003 @ 11:40:00 PM in AEST
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Brought up by a pack of wolves
To crave the tast of blood
Taught to hunt, to kill, survive
To slither in the mud
Awake in a den of theives
Sleep comforts the vain
Self-righteousness and selfish pigs
Contort the pure to pain
Atune my sense to nauseate
I cannot smell home
paranoia penetrates
The freedom that I roam
Angels appear their thoughts I hear
"You cannot let them win"
Forsake myself for sake of health
Lost I will give in
Hate Willer
Fear Filler
Blood Spiller
Serial Killer
Wash down the taste of carnal paste
And wipe my lips of fear
Sink my teeth into the fruit
Adopt a fresh career
And so a killer has been born
The pack cries out in shock
It took a village to raise the child
Who turned against the flock
Hate Willer
Fear Filler
Blood Spiller
Serial Killer
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Jason_Robert_Britt
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2003-01-28 23:40:00]
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Re: Serial Killer
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by mckayla on
Friday, 31st January 2003 @ 03:42:15 PM AEST
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This is a good read! I like the way you set it up!
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