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While I was gone I got super obsessed with The Crow again
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on April 09, 2019
*disappears for a month and nobody notices*
most other qfeasters (including me when i was still cool): *disappear for a few days and the site goes mental*
most other qfeasters (including me when i was still cool): *disappear for a few days and the site goes mental*
on February 08, 2019
DamienGraves uploaded a photo
a not quiet finished spidey wishes you a merry christmas! Been working on this for a friend :3
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on December 24, 2018
The 12 slays of christmas by Before the Harvest is a massive mood
(tw, violence and suicide and stuff)
On the first day of Christmas
I lost my Sanity
At the sound of Carols echoing
On the second day of Christmas
I burnt my family See More
2 dead parents and my neighbours hanging from their pear tree
On the third day of Christmas
I start my killing spree
I took Santa from the store,
Blood stained floor, as I bludgeoned him until his death I saw.
On the fourth day of Christmas
I grab my rusty sword
Running down the street
Hacking at the kids
Cutting off their heads
What was covered in white is now red
On the fifth day of Christmas
The cops are on to me
Time to get away
Find a place to hide
Until they pass me by
I've got to get out
Get the fvck away from the scene
On the sixth day of Christmas
I steal some cvnts car
Driving on the side walk
Heads pop under tires
Bodies bounce off wall
I'm overcome with joy
As I play with my new toys
That being the entrails dragged behind my brand new sleigh
On the seventh day of Christmas
It time to smoke some weed
Hang them by their feet
Line them down the street
Make them fvcking bleed
This fuels my need
As I continue to feed
Every fvcking year it's the same thing. Better fvcking buy. SPEND SPEND SPEND. Don't you see that they have you under complete control. You are a puppet in their consumerism campaign.
On the eighth day of Christmas
I've done my bloody deed
As their screams fill the air
Crying in despair
Carving at their throats
Dismembering all hopes
My vengeance I have reaped
Making mothers scream
Weeping at the seem
As my seed has now been spread.
On the ninth day of Christmas
They find my lifeless corpse
In the corner of my shed
Hanging by a thread
Severed at the neck
Shotgun to the chest
Ripped up at the legs
A Message etched in skin
For this unholy sin
And a grin from ear to chin
(tw, violence and suicide and stuff)
On the first day of Christmas
I lost my Sanity
At the sound of Carols echoing
On the second day of Christmas
I burnt my family See More
2 dead parents and my neighbours hanging from their pear tree
On the third day of Christmas
I start my killing spree
I took Santa from the store,
Blood stained floor, as I bludgeoned him until his death I saw.
On the fourth day of Christmas
I grab my rusty sword
Running down the street
Hacking at the kids
Cutting off their heads
What was covered in white is now red
On the fifth day of Christmas
The cops are on to me
Time to get away
Find a place to hide
Until they pass me by
I've got to get out
Get the fvck away from the scene
On the sixth day of Christmas
I steal some cvnts car
Driving on the side walk
Heads pop under tires
Bodies bounce off wall
I'm overcome with joy
As I play with my new toys
That being the entrails dragged behind my brand new sleigh
On the seventh day of Christmas
It time to smoke some weed
Hang them by their feet
Line them down the street
Make them fvcking bleed
This fuels my need
As I continue to feed
Every fvcking year it's the same thing. Better fvcking buy. SPEND SPEND SPEND. Don't you see that they have you under complete control. You are a puppet in their consumerism campaign.
On the eighth day of Christmas
I've done my bloody deed
As their screams fill the air
Crying in despair
Carving at their throats
Dismembering all hopes
My vengeance I have reaped
Making mothers scream
Weeping at the seem
As my seed has now been spread.
On the ninth day of Christmas
They find my lifeless corpse
In the corner of my shed
Hanging by a thread
Severed at the neck
Shotgun to the chest
Ripped up at the legs
A Message etched in skin
For this unholy sin
And a grin from ear to chin
on December 22, 2018
on December 21, 2018
@verrath sub your ass to this page right now
on December 21, 2018
I am so in love with Rusty Cage atm, his music is ssoooooooo good, I wish he was recognised for it and not just the knife song
on December 17, 2018
Yo I got to see Alpha Wolf live and I got a pic with their drummer
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on December 17, 2018
