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Envy


I envy you.

I will envy you until you dance in the flames of Satan.

I hope your disguisting body rots in hell.

But before you die;

I want you to suffer.

I want you to feel so broken,

So completely lost without hope,

That you bring your death upon yourself.

The way you made me feel.

And may you live in this shallow water,

Not able to move,

Until you die;

Which believe me,

Won't be soon enough.

 

I pray that you lie with your precious daddy

And your physco mom.

I hope they greet you with smiles.

And I hope,

Even for a moment,

You can feel that happiness again;

 

Just to have it ripped away from you.

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