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Place the hand on its throat |
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Feel the fragile windpipe |
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Slowly tighten your grip |
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Watch closely its eyes |
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When they are rolling over |
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Then release your grip |
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I have sworn to make your life a living hell |
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Torture knows no boundaries |
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Now it is gasping for air |
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Great moment to throw it at a wall |
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Shrieks of pain at an empty hallway |
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Death has never come so slow |
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I have sworn to make your life a living hell |
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Torture knows no boundaries |
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Die insane |
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I will you to die insace |
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In the end you will die insane |
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Watch it crawl back to its hole |
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Laugh as it fights for its live |
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That **** seems to have nine lives |
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Eight are spent now ****ing die |
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I have sworn to make your life a living hell |
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Torture knows no boundaries |