as I can see I was a concern, PMin me for a battle, looks like I made your thoughts-burn, your dumb-verse is just a group of lost-words, that yawns-thirst, as this loss-serves as a monstrous shock-hurt to abstruct-nerves,
after the long dedication of your best brought-work erasing your props-earned by battling newbies and their disturbed flawed-verbs,
battling me you're casting as death's top-flirt, to have you and my sneakers CONVERSE,
this is KnightShade's snuff-turf, there's still a lot you must-learn, I'm 20 I can tell your not-sure, while this young-nerd isn't even able yet to draw-sperm,
and your trying to come against your mom's-first?? I had her jaw-jerked sucking dick five years before you sought-birth.....
your best texts only interest-shame, while my minutes of work amounts to chest-aches, to have you drown in your own sweat's-lake,
while your ass serves as my kick's-sex-mate, with your chin as my fist's-best-date, while my sins insist to have your spine twist-to-caress-pain,
with both of hand's grip serving as your neck-brace.....
my touched-thoughts and brought-brawls, result-from your trust-funds, you sought-flaws but got caught by my swung-punch,
striking your face to have your ears become-one, so you can just listen, and have you shut the fuck-up, enough-talk.....
your no match for my wicked-tendencies, I am life's vicious-entity that has you meet Kurt Cobain's instant-remedy (suicide).....


sorry for the kill sorried mother fucker!!!!

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