If I Was God...
By Tegs
Give it up. There's no chance of forgiveness. You have gone to far. Committed too many sins. Even I will never forget this. You murdered a puppy, stole from the homeless, raped your five year old sister, kicked your mother, worshipped a monkey, And buggered a duck. So go on, pray to whatever Gardian Angel you have but don't expect too much. Because they're all on my pay-roll and you're busted. Heat up that poker and refresh on your handbook of all things horrible, because your heading for my friend down south. Sometimes I envy him, especially when Bastards like you get sent south of the equator. So prepare for pineapples up the ass hot pokers up your nose your ears being pulled so you look like a bloody elephant. You're legs being pulled out of their sockets, and being force fed your own measly serve of brains mixed in with your own rancid snot. I hope your proud of what you've done, because you're busted buddy. Written November 15th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 04:04 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Give it up...."