This has been a pain to question.
But I believe we do not kill.
But I believe we do not kill.
Savage.
Savage.
Spreads from the cool expanse of human flesh.
Twisting my harmless flesh.
Vengeful human.
Machine of the destruction.
And death will face it with.
My bloody
mental bodies.
My natural faculty.
Equality.
That
Scheme of Death,
That Scheme of Death,
Esto
They're bad.
of the shadiest creature,
mother
of the beast.
Compass body smarter,
heart decent to see,
failed of the stuff that
comes to me.
It does *** like a great cockle in my chopper,
but I can't kill the ugly bit less.
My
natural savagery,
maliciously devouring me.
Now this chaos rising, there is no escape.
Nothing's stopping me,
until death.
It's just me ripping the flesh, killing.
Britain Vladikavids,
brilliant human perversion of the discrimination.
Here's a warning!
worms, worms,