the doom of the swine the power inferior the gun is switching hands the butchers come to chop the swine the bleeding ive come to love the blood one by one they die i only feel hate towards you you are the shit that i smell murder withdrawal the fleeting souls away like a fatalist says thats the way they're gone the wretched they're useless and antique in their dying breath they tasted defeat withdrawal of the wretched the bullies disappear killing is the answer eliminate the fear die you fucking pig who has the power now stomp your little power trip spit ego on the ground semiautomatic bullets pierce your flesh kick your lifeless body mutilate your mess the first little piggy he poked me in the eye i watched his family scream in pain as i made that fucker die the second little piggy he kicked me in the nuts so i stabbed his torso fiercely and feasted on his guts the little piggy yelled slander of my name so i ripped his fucking tongue off and made him scream his wifes name as i fucked her nameless chop the fucking swine in half and laugh deep inside there is a line crossed that line building up blowing up fuck them up the doom of the swine
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