When it starts to hurt,
Think of all the pretty things
You won't see again.

Flowers on your grave:
Finally, something for you
To fertilize, cunt.

She wanted to fly;
I made her a pair of wings
From her arms and legs.

Fuck your mother, bitch.
I mean it.  Use this here mace.
Fuck your mother, bitch.

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