Fake Poem by Him Name

this thing i hunt is no longer human too long have i stood idly by and let her...it become become the Queen of prostituets master of lairs once too many times have i been lied too and this time i am done for a lie is a gateway sin it leads to others and this one has made my brother condemed but now she will fall the blood of a tousand demons will be spilled in order to undo what sh...it put in affect so now to do what had to be done at birth....
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as now i carry the cold blood soaked heart to its end it still beat its hollow beat and fakes its evil i realize plastic isnt buried...its burned