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-Dark Quatrains 218-
"You have been defiled
by the clown with the
wicked kisses.
You've been ripped asunder with chaotic wonder.
Your only true nightmare was life.
I cared not for
your soul, only your suffering.
The foundation of my ego
is built on suffering and degredation.
I am disease with
desire.
In the face of evil I stand accused!
My tongue licks wetly over
crimson lips
with a knowing smile,
for
the school bell has just rung."
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-Dark Quatrains 217-
"I express myself through my art;
my canvas is your
flesh.
My spoils of lust
drip off your now bleeding back.
The boundries between
life and death
can only be
opened by pain.
I will not give comfort in death
only long deprave suffering
with each weakening breath
You'll
open your eyes
to the faces of Hell,
only to be glad the clown is gone!
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-Dark Quatrains 73-
"Maggots fall
from unholy cunt,
as my worm crawls out her tight virgin ass.
Tits lifeless
and blue.
Tongue soon to burst.
Belly threatening to explode with noxious gas.
I loved
her so,
I took her to my special place.
One black balloon,
my bride for life.
Yet in her rebellion
she begins to reek. I'm startled;
does she love me not as I do?
So hard to replace
love.
You dumpster thrash bitch!
Pop your balloons and
burn your soul!
For tomorrow,
I will look for a new pet.
Will it be you?"
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