let me redirect my aim till i see your seat eject from plane, leave you leakin out'cha brain till you plumit n' ur ass combusts in flames, you see i'm past this fuckin phase, the so-called lovey dovey stage where we hug and play those games like we're just some happy case. cuz if the truth remains the same i'm a ruthless kid of satan spewin putrid stints of statements like the crucible or pagans.
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