I'll be looking at you when you're laid on the cross, ant the twelve blows are crashing down on your limbs. When the crowd is finally tired of your screams and wandered home I will climb up through your blood and sit beside you. I will look deep into your eyes and drop by drop I will trickle my disgust into them like burning acid until finally you perish.
miércoles, 7 de octubre de 2009
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