Tuesday, December 3, 2013

curse poem

May you rot until your horid stench kills all on earth.
May thou iPad be flushed down the toilet and never found.
May the sun nor moon shine on your face for the sake of others.
May thou face melt in a pit of boiling lava and may your scream of pain never be heard by man.
May you be eaten by the devil and come out into a deep dark pit you worthless ass.

To you I say one thing:
go across yourself you hideous wench.
this is for my little cousin Alice
may her go die in a pit

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