A Massacre Of Epic Proportions A Massacre Of Epic ProportionsDMT 4/7/08Petals fallIn cadence BeautifullyWithered, driedEmptiedAnd I’veWatched them dieTore them outGot pricked by thornsBled and smiledAs each one cutScreamed and beggedFor their lives(Loves meLoves me not)Ripped them outAnd threw them awayAnd I’veWatched them flyAnd I’ve Watched them dieWith empty eyesEmotions unstirredThe blood Dripped from my fingersAs I left theirPastel crippled corpsesAmong all the Bloodthirsty rosesScreamingBegging(Loves meLoves me not)How dare theyBe SoHonest
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