JACK THE RIPPER

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I OPEN MY COAT AND TAKE OUT THE SHARP BLADE, SWINGIN' IT AND SLIT RIGHT 'CROSS YO' THROAT WITH HATE, GET YOUR BELLY RIPPED, MISERABLE MOTH, YOU ARE NASTY AND WORTHLESS WORM Nothing can stop me, not even the police, I wonder how your companions will worry, They won't come home with their dirty money, I'LL KILL THEM IN THE ALLEY EARLIER I'm in a raincoat WITH A TOP HAT, I'm a stranger WITH A HIDDEN HAND IN MY POCKET, You don't know what I WILL GET OUT OF THERE, A KNIFE THAT'LL DRAG YOU INTO ENDLESS SLEEP, I'LL MAKE YOUR BELLY FUCKING RIP, IT WILL BE A REAL FAST TRIP, WHEN THE POLICE ARRIVE, THE BLOOD WILL NO LONGER DRIP It will dry up then... Yeah... (C) Jack The Ripper.

2021-01-25 13:34:15

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If it wasn't for you, I would have fought the wall to the pain. If you weren't mine, I'd die every night from losing blood. If it wasn't for your faith, I'd have given up a long time ago. If it were my will, I would stay with you forever. If you'd gone, I'd have been the old emptiness. You would have taken my heart, and instead of it there was an empty aperture. If it wasn't for you, I'd blazed in forgiveness. Would have burned to ashes, until ground, I would have until the last healing.

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و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟

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