Blood. It\'s in me to live not in me to give. But now my blood is in you to live. you took my blood. you sick Bast...d! you awful f..k! You sent me black roses when I was in the hospital dying. And threw black roses on my coffin as they lowered me into my new hell. six feet under lives the devil. He will...we will see you soon. I must let you know that \"hell is quite pleasant except for the smell\" . I hope you die a slow and painful death.
