Bring your enemies to their knee's Make them scream a thousand times War is what they want and they are gonna get it You don't know who you are fucking with I will tie you up Rip off your skin Laugh as your blood paints my feet This will all be done discreetly You can't scream when you have no vocal cords The hang at your feet How's that for discreet When they find you, mangled and destroyed I will be within shouting distance Laughing at the failure that is your life All ended with fourty two swipes of my knife Celebrate that in your own land Jump and shout praise for the murder of innocense But they will see you on their television Bloody mangled and crucified You'll wish you were never alive I will tie you up Rip off your skin Laugh as your blood paints my feet This will all be done discreetly You can't scream when you have no vocal cords The hang at your feet How's that for discreet Payback's a bitch motherfucker
Reason for writing:
What can I say anger brings out the best in me.Oh and if you don't get it, here is a clue. FUCK YOU BIN LADEN.!!!!!!!!!!
Birth sign: Aries
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