HEAD ACHING
I'LL SEE BLOOD FLOWING WITH BRAINS WHEN I HIT YOUR HEAD WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER, I WAS SO BORED IN THE SUMMER, I WOULD ARRANGE A PUBLIC EXECUTION RIGHT NOW, SEVERAL DOZEN PEOPLE WOULD HAVE GATHERED FOR YOUR SUFFERING TO WATCH, I put on a hood and become black-faced, I'd rather be faceless, don't wanna be haunted, I have many bottles of blood and they are abundant in them, If I drink more than a liter of blood I get sick, I was as paranoid as Tommy Jarvis of darkness and murder, but now these are my daily processes, I "DANCED" WITH ZALGO'S DAUGHTER, AT THE END OF THE DANCE I BROKE HER NECK, I NEVER STOPPED LAUGHING FROM THIS EVENT, I KNOCKED HER OUT WITH THE KEEPER'S HAMMER, EVERYONE GATHERED TO WATCH MY EXECUTION, BUT IT STILL HASN'T COME MY EVERY DAY IS THE SAME, I REMEMBER THE DAYS WHEN I LIVED WITH A REAL BITCH, I WAS A BAG OF MONEY FOR HER AND NOTHING MORE, I TOLD HER THAT I WOULDN'T GIVE MY MONEY AND SHE IMMEDIATELY SLAMMED THE FRONT DOOR, A WEEK LATER I GOT A CALL FROM SOMEONE, HE SAID THAT MY EX HANGED HERSELF ON A ROPE I'm not soulless. She made a choice and it was really dumb. I remember the bright moments that happened to me and her. And they were the last in her life. Short life... I feel sorry for her, honestly... I BLEW THE HEAD OFF OF THE LAST VICTIM WITH MY FIST SO THAT THE SPINE RIPPED OUT TOO, THE SIGHT WAS AMAZING, THEN WAS SPILLED SO MUCH BLOOD, MY FACE IS STAINED LIKE A BLADE, BLOOD WAS EVERYWHERE LIKE AFTER RAIN, I'M NOT THE ONE WHO LIKES TO WAIT, I KILL WHEN I AM INSANE, AND THEN WHEN I WANT TO POUR OUT ALL THE HATE
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