Football & Slavery Bought, sold, and paid for by the owners of the game / Just like in a real American election You who kill our children. (Mature) I’m A Radical Terrorist Trained to maim and kill, / When blood stains the grounds, / Mangled steel, schools and crèche! The Alleyway I strolled through the alleyway, staying in the shadows xerox fuck the media The First of Many He left the room like it had been before his presence. Dingy, small and no trace of a man who would later be known as the Death Collector. The Random Killer He waits in the shadows / In the doorways and in the shops / How is she to know that this would be her last breath and vision of her world Trapped these scars don’t heal, / and the memories don’t fade, / forgiveness must be earned, / but it is not deserved. Killer I staggered through the dark tunnel, grimacing over knowing what I was about to do. What I was about to do with the frosty handle that I gr… The Will of the Watch Part 1: Murder, Mayhem and … THE WILL OF THE WATCH: PART 1 / MURDER, MAYHEM AND OTHER FUN ACTIVITIES / PROLOGUE / With a thunderous clang the mighty hammer struck a sma… don’t play with knives *+don’t play with knives+ / good advice, particularly around angry individuals.* the Gnome’s Knife ‘But don’t you see Mary?’ He shouted happily. ‘I did it for you, it was all for you!’ Troll What’s that creeping, sneaking, / Through the grove of angry trees? / The taint of evil visions, / Painting shadows on the breezeR… Fictional Murderer Did I want this occurrence? / Did I want to kill my love? / A cruel twist in my sense / Brings nothing but confusion / I stare in bloody… BORN TO KILL? How does a woman kill her own daughter, without conscious and without any remorse? is it in the genes or is she a born murderer? PRETTY BIRDS Down in the basement is where I keep my birds. My birds are shy, trying to hide from me as I enter their room. It’s hard to see their prett… Insipid (Working Title) Before the captive understands what has transpired, he is scattered, in multiple shredded chunks on the floor. DRUGS They won’t never ever fuckin stop, / So you can keep callin on the cops, / Bar the windows, deadbolt the locks, / These drugs got me …

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