Fuckin 'crazy
'll eat your guts to take on the face of anger I now find I have. In
tricks I want you to perish with my nails under your skin bastard.
unbearable lies without elegance, feel at night when my cello make up the requiem of your death. Why
perish in a music that you've never heard so far.
Look in my face and hold on tight balls in my hands, my breath of death envelop you until your last breath do not beg for mercy.
But I have no heart or soul to be able to save, and I do not even desire.
moans when your body will issue the final Razzolo of life. Look
bastard and get a torture more cruel in my eyes.
Because your time has come, because it 's supposed to go, so that was to end the day.
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