Flowers
August 7, 2009 by lastgunslinger
I can cut your dick off and stuff it in your mouth and grab you by the chin and aid you to masticate your own distorted manhood. I can laugh while I do this. I have this new shrill laugh I’ve been reserving just for you.
The truth is I can burn you with your false doctrines while you chant in vain to your false gods.
Oh Mark, you’ve been a bad boy. A very bad boy. And I want to make sure you pay dearly. A liter of blood for every lie you’ve told. An ounce of your soul for every hurt you’ve caused.
Mark, killing you once is not enough. Never will be enough.
If there were five of you then it’d be a massacre. I will make you pay.
And I hope that you get to read this. And I hope you’ll feel special when you realize that out of the one hundred million humans named Mark, I am pertaining to you.
That you are the vilest.
