Turn my handle round and round,
Out tickles blood without a sound,
End your Dreams in my box of Lies,
Hear me giggle as I watch you Die,
The tortures and the sound (you make),
Pleases me and makes me proud,
Your bloods drops counts the second,
When it's Life You seek but Love you beg upon......
Bird park re-visit
15 years ago
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