suicideglory

Automatic song inflate king boobs awaits its touch come closer, christian child let me abuse you and your kind. Christian song played in the radio blood sheding inside the church god has a thing for small children he ates your religion smashes into your eager insatisfation you are hopeless to death. Hail for the abused christian singles fuck and give birth to more one thousand worthless christians fuck you and you reasons. You all hopeless christians let me spit upon your grave you\'re shit to the Mother Earth i sing your death to higher chords you all commit suicide let your filthy blood be shed. Let you all be dead let

Upon the ruined face of unspoken poetry that you may arise as the reflector for my eyes. The passion that burns within is so deep that my fingernails should not touch the end of the confession that burns within your soul. I would crush and decieve for a taste of your death consuming you. I would push forward and try not to be real when it comes to the end. I strive to be unholy but your purity ashamed makes me sick of so gorgeous writing within your eyes. Run away from me because your destruction is too perfect to be mine again.

She smiled, and thanked for the wonderful evening. She was all covered in blood, her hair was soaky from standing on the stained floor. Her clothing was of a deep red and she ran away quickly, promising she would call me. She didn\'t, and I didn\'t bother. She was a nice fuck. I hate to see her smile and I made my revenge upon her semi-verginal body. It was a girl that always said that men are stupid. She was stupid. She was just a fucked up bitch that drowsed herself in drugs just to keep the vibe of all the stupid people she followed. I hate her. It was my time for revenge. I saw her two weeks later, her boobs tied to this morron, sucki

You and your visions they don\'t touch my cunt you\'re slipping away don\'t need more restless signs. Three fucking years and counting three fucking minds and i hate to see you wondering three fucking knifes and my body has finnaly gone. You and your visions of sky god has raped my soul i felt sorry for what i was i felt sorry for believing i was old enough to give up telling the truth. Three fucking years and counting three fucking minds and i hate to see you wondering three fucking knifes and my body has finnaly gone. God has hate inside this little box he keeps waiting for another girl to crunch upon its soul god has ha

I felt the truth, he then raped me don\'t need those words they will lead me into oblivion you didn\'t trust me i wasn\'t enough. Now you fought and tried now it\'s nothing i am a shadow, i don\'t need it. I slip into the passageway it will lead me to the empty house where i keep cutting and you are nothing. A grace of shrunken reality when it reaches the time slip i spit into your god let me fall into oblivious nature when it falls.

Under the breath of morning the steel, the ice becoming/wanting it was deep january when I fought you. Under your crotch and used virginity i used you i meant to. Under the fountain of glory your inner thirst had been a strive. I drank it all i still know how the first month tasted. I fucked you, you meant it. We\'re still engaged, I killed you.