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I said run.

And you won't be able to see me
because you'll be bleeding from the eyes.

The thought of your genitals makes me sick
and I bet you could fit five cocks up that ass.

These are the last days of the rest of your life.

Next time I want a better excuse
- dropped like a bad habit.

Face down, ass up;
I want to destroy something beautiful.

By the end I want everyone dead.
By the end I'm going to be the only one standing.

Not even your children are safe.


- THE ACACIA STRAIN - SEE YOU NEXT TUESDAY -