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Wolf

I am the madness of a rabid dog.
The leader of the hunt, the order of the kill.
My prey are these whores that walk the world.
Hunting them is a rush, but the kill is the biggest.
The way they use their last breath to plead and beg.
It does them no good, for I'm the black wolf of death.
The leader of the pack, the ultimate killer.
Their is no campus safe from my reach.
I've hunted coast to coast.
You'll know my kills, their throats have been ripped.
I love sinking my teeth in to those silky soft necks.
As long as my pack roam.
Whores aren't safe.
The moon is full tonight, so another hunt begins.

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25 To Life

I was born once, with good blood
pumping through my vains.
Somewhere down the road I took the
wrong path.
Now my blood is black, black as the
blood of the earth.
I use to love holding your hand while
we walked through the parks.
Now I love swinging my hammer.
I splatter your blood from wall to wall.
You were down with the first swing.
But my love for you was so strong.
I kept swinging and gave it my all.
It's funny to think, you were once my
life.
Now I've taken your life and you've
taken mine in return.
Because now I'm serving 25 to life.
Like you, I'll never see the light of day.
But unlike you, I'll live everyday of my
25 to life.
Rest in peace Bitch.
As I rest in Hell for the rest of my time.
Cause now all I have is 25 to life.

Shawn Gardner.  11/21/2011

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Faith and Love

Black rain and the Devil's game.
All the children will die the same.
Throats slit from ear to ear and their innocent hearts plucked from
their chest.
Mothers will cry and fathers will fall to their knees.
Ask your God, why us and the answer is the same.
Your faith was weak, your love of God wasn't strong.
Your punishment, was the loss of your child.
Should have been your whores, but I chose your bastards to end the line.
So hold your girl tight and grow your faith and love.
Because if it remains the same, that  is dead too.
So grow that faith and your love for God, because I will back to play
the Devil's game.


                                                Shawn "Odious" Gardner
                                                     06/14/'21

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Insane

Insane is my brain when I think about touching your silky white skin.
Insane is my brain when I think about kissing
beautiful cool pink lips.
Insane is my brain telling me how to act 
when I see you kissing another man.
Insane is my brain telling me how to feel
I'm choking the life out of you.
Damn you whore, I loved you!
Now I'm just insane.
              
              By: Shawn Gardner 07/07/2005

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The Devil's Rest

As blades cut deep in to my flesh the Devil will not lay to rest.
I'm a sick individual, their is no doubt.
My choice of entertainment, is the torture of your flesh.
As the crows call, the day becomes night and the Devil gets ready for
his night of fun.
This angel with her eyes so blue, she'll be nice pray for me.
When running my blade across her silky white flesh, blood begins to pour.
The fear in your eyes is a pleasure like no other.
My blade cuts deep, deep in to the bones my mark is left.
You'll know she's one of mine, it's like a slab of beef at a butchers table.
Her blood runs across the floor and her body lies crumpled like a whores
bed after a party.
Now please allow me to rest, for playing does make me so tired.


                                                             Shawn "Odious666" Gardner
                                                                       11/29/'20

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The Good Son

As I kneel before the dark father, I know I've done good.
For he crests my face as a father showing love.
The bodies I've laid out for him, the souls I've collected.
No other is as good as me.
I'm fathers favorite.
I'm his good son.
My hands like my blade are stained with the blood of death.
They call me a madman.
I'm just a son who is loyal to his father.
Killing in his name is what he asks of me.
It's my pleasure to serve him, fore one day I will be the head of 
the table.
Until then, I'm happy with being the good son.

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Alone

Alone is a mans heart when he loves
somebody and they don't even know
he exists.
Alone is how a man feels when he 
goes to bed at night and their is nobody
next to him to hold and love.
Alone is what a man of Hardcore wanted
but, now that man wants that one 
person, that one Angel to hold, to protect,
and love.
Alone is a man who doesn't understand
why.

    Shawn Gardner 07/08/2005

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Revenge

I was born of the 7 sins of Hell.
The flesh I rip, is only the start.
The more I rip, the more your blood
spills.
I use to love all the things we did.
The love we made, the words we said.
I was once on top of the mountain.
And like a stroke to my heart, I was
knocked down to the bottom.
I use to be a somebody, I use to be
strong.
But because of you Bitch, I'm on bended
knees weak as Hell.
I pray to God, not for my soul.
But to grant me the strength for one 
final blow.
Not to your neck, not to your heart.
But to your skull is my final blow.
Your skull will split and bleed.
And your soul will slip into the darkness.
My revenge was quick.
My revenge was swift.
I've split your skull, I've taken your life.
I told you once, I'ld pay you back.
And I've done just that.
Revenge is quick.
Revenge is swift.
Revenge set me free.

     Shawn Gardner.  11/21/2011

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Playtime

As God leads his lambs home.
I lead you to the slaughter.
His way is natural.
Mine is straight up murder.
No lie about it.
I'm the best their is, you haven't caught me yet.
Now the bodies will rise.
And the sadness will grow.
Whores and bastards, I'll cut them just as deep.
Just as deep as I will you.
Once you've crossed my path, you'll see light 
nevermore.
Now their is nothing more to say.
I have to get ready to go out and play.


Shawn Gardner      03/31/'12

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The Mark

I am the calm before the storm.
The darkness before the light.
I am the monster among the humans.
The taker of the loved ones.
Their bodies I throw out like last nights trash.
Your sweet little Angels, I love them so.
Their screams?
Like the bells of a Catholic church ringing.
The mark I leave, the calling card of the Devil.
I am the reaper.
And you will know my mark, as I'll burn it deep in
the whores chest I leave lying.
Your daughter, you'll never hold again.
But the frown of her loss, you'll wear like a 
forever mark.
It's time for me to leave my mark.
Now run and pray, I don't mark you.

Shawn Gardner   10/13/'17