Won’t you Silence your past? Cut the ropes, burn the bridges, and discard all the evidence of every filthy blonde whore that shed her snake skin underneath your bed. Erase every dirty bitch’s name, from your lips, if you speak them again, i’ll slice open you veins and bleed out your idiocracy. The loathsome hate that dwells within the dark hallows of my mind conspire a dark twisted fate, to end every nasty gruesome green eyed strumpet with sticky fingers. I’ll impale those nasty filthy soulless trolls, and make them beg and plead for me to end the torture. But I won’t stop! No, I won’t stop till it’s over!

Oh, the suffering pains of a brutal blow! No one could mask these wounds, they can’t mask the black hole surfacing from the scorching core, of the demons I’ll summon after every one of your belligerent, narcissistic, diseased past vermin. Those who cross my path will disperse into a million tiny pieces, that can never be salvaged again. All of your past nasty floozies will metaphorically try to coil their bones around my neck, like a noose constraining my every last breath. My blood will boil and rush to my head, blurring my every last sense and vision, clouding my rational thoughts. I’ll quickly backfire scorching all of their entire lives,by burning their mother’s fallopian tubes.

The lives of every last one of your past little puppets, all the malice and grime, are the biggest misconception of the universe. They’re all but measly shattered glasses on the floor, cutting at the heels of love. All they ever do is wreck and trash, sliding around in their scum, infecting and spreading rampant disease those nasty whore-rats were probably the start of the black plague. They’re fucking disgusting! I know you don’t roll around with these whores anymore, but their tracks are still seen, and if you don’t cover up the most pathetic part of your life. I, will!