Lucas' Poetry...You Know You Love It.
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Must kill them all
No...no trying to restrain
Must shoot them
They're telling me to
They want me to shoot them
Ending their pety lives
But I can't
I must put a bullet
Through their head
Quick and painless
Unless I miss
Accidently of course
Just pierce their skull
Or shoot out their knees
They will die eventually
Bleeding to death
With pain and agony
Leave me alone
I don't want to kill
I've killed to many already
But I love the feeling
I love seeing their blood
Flowing into nice puddles
Drinking it
Nurturing my thrist
I must kill my thrist
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