i kill those who damage this earth
their screams in pain and their cry of fright
i know im pathetic killing evil makes me evil in the end
but i have a reason no one...no one took the time to train me...
take me under their wing
why the pain follows
it makes me even worse that im going down to their level
it makes me no diffrent but why
no one deseves to die noone no matter what theve done on this earth
the ones i have killed i have made shrines honoring their death
that vaccine they gave me why do i blame other things for my mistake
i can control it i know i cant but no one teaches me
then learn,learn i say
but why were did the killing start your were ordered huh...
so am i but you dont see that do you...DO YOU!!!!
you tell me not to listen i know that now there should be peace between our worlds
if we try we could but how...how dammit there must be a way to make this all possible
do what you think is right...follow your gut theres a reason why you have that feeling
please i must go now i wont return anytime soon why do i always worry about does who daont want me to
if it annoys them they why..






I really do appreciate that your still a fan!
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我 叫玉 君 =]
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
Thanks billions for the adds, and Happy Holidays!
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超鉄丸
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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Girls are like phones. We love to be held, talked too but if you press the wrong button you'll be disconnected!
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