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Ferstofus
I will err again, but may my apology be swift and sincere.
My greatest dream is peace on Earth.

Age 30, Male

Brazil

Joined on 5/11/09

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The jaws and fangs are ripping terror real

Conceal the yet more dreadful still to hide

Oppressive pressure forcing of your squeal


And in the blackest dark the too close vein

Domain of chaos puncture stars to pierce

The chorus states there is no peace to reign


Exuding the grim to bring tremble knees

Decrees through gaze your insignificance

The instinct then devours it that flees


The strain to tingle feebly in your strings

Rerings through body yet you can't begin

To witness, touch, ineffable the things


That fill you and the world across weak barriers

Defilers unrestrained and none the equal

Of mercilessness patrons, prime bone grinders


The root and hook to wrench from you your screams

Enrims the blood to flood from your weak vessel

Till shatter opens such deserving streams


Below the maw of hopeless yours demise

Arise as shadow, trial and the world

Yet sentence yours still worths a bigger size


To rasp and sting within the twisted forest

Unrest the little minimal from promise

The searing acid of self could be best


For least the population of your flesh

(Refresh you yet the whip to stern befriend) 

Are rot and burn cursed fabric of foul sash


And in your impudence, you frailest skin

Akin to butcher’s mundane acts, designs

Obliterated, your pain to the brim


The hunter who won't wake from very shed

Ahead don't shoot and game they do not stab

Is poison and will gurgle swole and mad


And out of madness, out of but your stench

Unclench my hands that twitchy execute

I strangle you till in your froth you drench


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