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Ghosts in My Mirror
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replied to Auspicious, Kemyst, and Bash
I look in the mirror at a reflection of a slutty slave... who calls out to me in the night while she holds a bloody blade... she lifts up from the grave with a bullet stuck in her brain... she stares at me with disdain while I stand here and clutch her remains... she begins to suck me off until my fuckin' head'z hurtin'... I'm thinkin' about how good this bitch can fuck for a dead person... she said she wants me for eternity, but I said "ya life is over...ya dead"... and then told her to shut the fuck up and put the paper bag back over her head... her future looked grim with a dim appearence of light... I looked over my shoulder as she dissappeared in the night... I then saw a second apparition who looked as if he wanted me dead... dressed as a Vietnam vet as he was holding a sawed off shotgun to my head... I'm like "what the fuck did I do...was it something I said??????" he was slowly chasing after me as I got my gun from under my bed... I grabbed the Glock 21 in chrome and busted a round... and sent him to his home back under the ground... the 3rd and final ghost has now made his escape here from hell... but as soon as he stepped out of the mirror he turned to vapors and fell... I hold the rosery close and hold the toast by my knee... a voice has spoken to me so I broke the mirror to hell and no more ghosts do I see... |
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