Knives

by Drakare   Dec 13, 2005


Your parents tell you don't play with knives but i always have. knives help me when people bother me because knives make you bleed and i like to see the people that bother me squirm and scream for Mercie but most of the people that bother me thy all die to fast yes i no i will go to hell but i do not give a shit no more all my enemies are dead now. so i no i will perish in the gates of hell but that is just the beginning for me somewhere down that line i will take over hell and hell will be mine for ever and always...

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  • 18 years ago

    by shelby

    Hay i kike it plz rate my poems even though there not all finished yet