it should be a combination of screams and grunt.

The hard way

Not saying,
Not obeying,
Not pleased with what I hear.
Mister fucking tough guy,
I'm gonna get it out.

Kneecaps blown to pulp,
With a twelve guage shell,
Bacteria come running,
In your flesh they dwell.

Not much left to say,
You only can go pray,
That we will do it fast,
But your pain must last.

Now I take a knife,
And stab it in your eyes.
The only thing for you,
Is eternal darkness

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I like.

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