Blood & Gore

by Little Sin   Feb 19, 2006


Prepare to die, you filthy wh(o)re.
I can no longer take your treason anymore.
Say it to my face, not behind some locked door.
Your ways are as bigoted as a bore.
I, and not you, will win such a worthless war.
My dignity, from my life, you tore.
In the end, your remains will all be blood and gore.

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