i have the devil in my imperate scope..because i dont give a motherfuck..ich kann meine moralischen bedenken sofort ablegen..und ganz leicht die seite wechseln, wenn sonst keiner in dieser ganzen welt fähig ist jj zu befreien..dann gibt es ja auch keinen grund zu bleiben..und der satan liebt mich ja..die hölle wird für mich eine einzige party sein..wenn ich euch vom palastbalkon aus winke und zusehe, wie ihr vor folterschmerzen und todesangst weint und schreit..oje..all troops in formation..let the seeds come out..burning books like nazis in the catholic church..shoot the preacher..if you dont believe in me i doubt you believe in God at all..sell your kids into slavery after we murder you or sacrifice them in the same fire we burning you..barbarian funeral..cain you, bang you, slate you, rape you, case you..how you wanna die make your own suggestion..you pussys living in a movie theater..the walls have been breached..we came in the name of peace and brotherhood..you wanted us to bond in slavery, poisoned our water, changed our age..burn their homes, skin them alive..no one will know that this people ever existed..taken and eaten by the dragonbirds..ive just let them out of their cages..all 3 of them..they know exactly what they have to do and where..in order to not be banned and punished again and get provided with all they need to survive..and they are very hungry and angry now..got nothing to bite for a few days..but there is plenty of good old bloody flesh waiting for them..welcome to the battlefield..ive heard the explosions at your location thru the gadets you placed in my head..i two-stepped with lucifer and ever since i started dancing i walk the fine line between einstein and charles manson..starved this famine with my stomack growling..you played yourself thinking you were down with me..i end your life dont fuck around with me..drunk bastards passed the point of no return..cause life made me grow wiser than old timers..hot headed like a ghost-writer behind a slow driver..judgement over-turn..i go to war for mine rebel army guard the border..like im seargent slaughter..pray to jesus sage for mercy and plead your case..cause on the frontline youre dead the second that you see my face..barely alive but in the boxes is how you head home..lock and load..national-security is a cold word for cover-up..i bring it home colder than dead soldiers..this is the end of your sad and worthless lives..you are less than a piece of shit..i would love to see you all get killed..in the last night of psychoarmyterror..now it will be you who get hunted down and taken captive..at a very dark and frightening place..
ENJOY YOUR DELICIOUS KILLMEALS MY DARK BIRDFRIENDS!
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