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Bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception

Blessed be their whore mothers

Tired and angry, waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again

Blessed be the children

Each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence

Blessed be you, girl

Promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you

I am no good nor evil, simply, I am

And I have come to take what is mine

I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood

I am here now as you run from me still

Run then, child

Not the last line is

“Give me my glasses back” instead of “girls don’t fart, and if they do it smells like roses.”

A win is a win…

photos under the cut !