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Molten Wrath
Molten Wrath
from the early notebook
K
ill them all, watch them fall,
Slice them slowly make them crawl,
Bleed them out, cut them down,
Drag em quickly through the town,
Suffer them what suffers most,
Burned severly watch them roast.
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shadowshining · poems by ethank