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Post by John Barnett on Jan 11, 2005 0:47:43 GMT -5
Lay a hand on her skin And I'll stick a blade through in yours Touch her again And the blood will pour Screw with me And then you'll see A side of Hell hidden from view And I'll be Satan, just for you Get in my way, and you'll surely pay Hurting real bad for the rest of your days And I'll be watching, day and night And you'll be running, dying of fright
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Post by X x K e l Z x X on Jan 11, 2005 20:25:20 GMT -5
Wow you must have been pissed when you wrote this John, great power behind these words, nice job!
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Post by ::..::FoX::..:: on Jan 13, 2005 19:19:41 GMT -5
John, this is awesome man, great work.
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Post by Solitary Poet on Jan 15, 2005 15:58:26 GMT -5
Well I certainly wouldn’t want to cross you. Good poem.
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Post by John Barnett on Jan 15, 2005 16:49:39 GMT -5
Thank u all
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Jan 22, 2005 7:37:56 GMT -5
wow - a pretty clear warning to stay away from your bird. help the poor soul who even tries...
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