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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dark is black and black is dark; this is the day we did depart. No more saying it’s ok, no more hugs to take the pain away. You left me as if in rain and gave me unrelenting pain. You’re a wretched whore with no shame. I wouldn’t care if you were dying. As a matter of fact, I’d probably be smiling. I’d make you choke on your own blood; you’d probably take it as easily as eating cum. I’d tear your guts apart with a butter knife, and smother you with them from time to time. But that’s not it, no far from it my darling, I need to repay you for the pain you’ve caused me. Next I’d cut off your arms maybe your legs, give you some beatings with them. Can you feel the pain? Cut apart your chest rip out your bleeding heart. Take a bite, rip it apart. Can you feel my pain? Tear out your eyeballs, shove them in your rectum, crying and pleading. Can you feel my pain yet? No? How about ripping off your ears so you can’t hear? Now I see you are starting to fear. Crying blood and begging for your life. But I end your life with a violent strife. Dearest woman that was so close to me. Why did you make me do this to thee? Your laying in blood and rotten soil, your life no more, I feel somewhat humble. Revenge is taken, my deed is done, you are no more, and in hell you can have fun.
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