ScarSighted

I’m going to ride this horse we’ve beaten to death and deliver it’s stinking carcass to your doorstep; a gift from all the dead children.
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Doesn’t matter what you believe
It looks the same when you bleed.

Stick to your guns
The difference is mine are loaded.
Taste the sting of your arrogance
Stuck in this screeching bitch called life
Drop the coins and send you to Charon.
I will have my vengeance
In this life or the next.