look at me, Goddamn You! i am your nightmare something you will never escape! i am your apprehension i'm not going away you hate me that much but thats TOO FUCKING BAD! you fear me and you can't run in your hand is the fucking smoking gun i'm misinformation, i am your doubt i am something that made you shout you cried in the dark like a Little Bitch dead ahead inside the season of the witch i am your fear, i have your ear a mistake can burn so bad it will sear i am your fury helpless and crying i'm not your mother for all your dying you don't laugh anymore because of me you want me to go away but i'm here to stay! because of me you'll never win a Goddamned thing i've got you locked in the cross-face chicken-wing i am your mortal intensity and immorality i've made you feel your mortality so die.
Reason for writing:
hoping this for bin laden...
Birth sign: Aries
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