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Survival

I'm a idiot.
I am but a child.
The little deviate.
The one that was defiled.

I am growing,
in inner sin.
The older the stronger.
When will it begin?

Playing with you.


Dancing in death.
Loving you, watching you.
Loosening your skin.

You are just a toy to me.


A desire I need to feed.

Cut you slowly.


Watch you bleed
Cut you slowly.
Hear you scream.

They call it murder


I call it work.
I live the desire,
with a smirk.

@ G.G.G. 3/01/08

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