Death in his eyes is clear, people getting killed by there own fear. Thin line between love and hate, it depeneds on his inaccurate fate. Pleasure in the mind of a pshyco killing for the first time, heart feeled with amino acid chystalline. Built with an unbreakable back bone, a true man mad of stone, not a care because he feels so alone. Proceed his life without a flintch, no one can help that his life is linched. He loves the rain of pain, as if his mind is liquid octane, he always feels the same. He's so numb, he sees his life heding in a plump. He is the true unique thug in his game, he is mainly insane, not a care to his disclaim. He holds his own on his own he's really thugging it, to much drama, he's really loving it. He loves the crucial temptation, when he's busy with the evisceration. Is he the real devils advocate, the son of Sam, he's name has many duplicates, fore forever he's damned.
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