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Hush little baby. Dont you cry. Daddy's having fun. Mommy's gonna die. Daddy has a funny look. He kisses mommy with one word. "Fook.." It comes out slurred from the alcohol. "Hush now, my baby doll.." He whispers to mommy And slits her throat so grottely The wound is colourful, very strong to seem. I wish I could awake from this horrible dream. I whimper and start to cry. Why, why, why did my mum just die? Now Daddy looks at me And I turn away "Now my petal, Let Daddy have his way." I freeze at those words. Those sick fuckin' words. Dark figures, Surround him. Blocking out the sun. "Hush now my darling, Its only a bi

Es ist wie im Schneesturm die Jacke zu öffnen. Es ist wie Noise. Es ist wie sich der Revolution zu verweigern, obwohl man nach ihr lechzt. Es ist die Revolution. Mein Gehirn wird langsam vom Frost zersetzt und das nehme ich dankbar als Veränderung an. "Make a change: Kill yourself!" oder "Danke für nichts." Danke für's Nichts? Danke für's Nichts! Einstürzende Industriebauten. Ausrastende Planierraupen. Stein um Stein Will nicht mehr sein. Nitroglycerin stimmt mich oftmals farbenfroh. Dynamit = dynamische Verzerrung? Sowieso. Stille. Husten. Kratzige Stille überfährt mich. Kratzige Stille

Ich lebe in Parallelwelten Die mich der Untreue schelten Eine will die andere zerschlagen Und in keiner habe ich das Sagen .................................... Wir leben in Parallelwelten Die uns der Untreue schelten Eine will die andere zerschlagen Und ich kann es nicht länger ertragen

I Will Love You Forever I love you so deeply, I love you so much, I love the sound of your voice And the way that we touch. I love your warm smile and your kind, thoughtful way, the joy that you bring to my life every day. I love you today as I have from the start, and I'll love you forever with all of my heart When I'm with you, eternity is a step away; my love continues to grow, with each passing day. This treasure of love, I cherish within my soul, how much I love you, you'll never really know. You bring a joy to my heart, I've never felt before, with each touch of your heart, I love you more and more. W

  Between her legs, lies something that every man seems to want.  A place where she should be able to call her own, between her legs.  She feels that men only want her, a true want, to have sex with her, and walk away.  The breasts she has, they gain stares from men passing by, tripping over themselves to find a chance to touch.  When will she stop being looked at, as an object of sex? when will a man see her as someone he may spend his life with?  Her hips curve, and she doesnt want your hands on them, if your just going to touch her skin.  She wants a man to touch her soul, not just touch her skin, and run his