A pox on you and your children May you all die of the plaugue May your sons and your daughters drink the poisened waters a pox on you and your family I'll eat your first born In the middle of the night may you find your screen torn and may you see me flee into the night as I munch on your child Who will be filled with denial I ask me?you?your children? My ass! It will be you as I quickly fade in the night I will be feasting on flesh,oh what a delight. To dine on your child will make me smile. So a pox on you and your family may they die of the plaugue so you may watch all your children go into the grave.
Reason for writing:
Hunger for the flesh of children and hatred of the bastard parents
who make death a happy moment for their kids.
Birth sign: Leo
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