THE CURCH OF CARNAGE, submitted by Roe Slade. Yes, that's correct, "Curch". This is the "Curch of Carnage." Hey, goths can dress up like idiots, why shouldn't they be able to spell like idiots too?
A pulsating void in my head blinding me from seeing love. Or was there any to begin with. Metal shards lick my flesh. I feel sick, a ripping pain in my stomach slices it in twain. Don't leave me alone. A pulsating void, Metal shards lick my flesh, Sick ripping pains in my stomach slices it in twain. Don't leave me alone.
Gee, with such a cheery disposition and entertaining outlook on life, who the heck would want to leave this guy alone? Make sure to check out the "Mind Games Stage", which is a game that naturally does not work or even exist.
Don't expect me to bust out a story about a positive gym experience. My sole purpose is to tell you which hellish gyms to stay away from. My head is a lump of dough. It is comprised of water, yeast, and flour.
Classic pick up lines for the sleazebag who tends to overthink things.
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