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and you are too scared to even put them on combine.
i have screenshots of the chat.
where?
you racist scumbags are filth to this world. you spammed the n word when your friend was clearly in the wrong.
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This time...
You listen.
When your power will not conquer,
All that is mine.
Yet so, the sticks and stones
Of the truth, fell those who
Dare to fight on their own.
I’m Chaos incarnate
I’m the guillotine and jury,
That writes your fate
So you’d best stand your ground
Or tonight, you must just find
You’re Heaven bound!
HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Your sins define the blood you’ve bled
And through your squinted eyes you shed
A final tear and fear for where you tread
The war is treacherous
You fight, you fall
Remembrance is
Nothing, but a dream of mine
To one day, to be known through the skies
Yet, i learned i was out of place
Constricted, inflicted, defacted
My status? GONE WITHOUT A TRACE.
The guillotine became my saving grace
So soon, i turned to hate
My mind became a pure white slate
Awaiting, CRAVING bloody paint
In which the crew supplied
Writing their fates.
In my creed?
They’re not save when still they’ve
Blood left to bleed
Before your true colors
Had been debarred
BUT I KNOW EXACTLY
JUST WHO YOU ARE!