Cowards,
all of you,
yeah,
that’s right,
let those words sink in,
deep,
below your skin,
let then wrap their way around the rotting,
calcified thing you call a soul,
oh how it pleases me to see you squirm,
followed by the river of red I shed,
from your withered,
pathetic throat.
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