Sunday, April 30, 2006

I kicked hot ash and sand in your face today. It felt so good to make you itch and burn and squirm. To watch you spit and cry and beg.
Nobody was there to save you.
You looked so pathetic laying there, arms above your head trying to deflect my blows. What? You can't fucking hurt me now? Now that I am stronger than you. You shriveled up old man. Breath in the hot sand and fire, feel it burn your lungs and make you cough and gag. Now you know how I felt.

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