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| Killing My Daughter |
He sang about throwing his child into a bottomless pit
And I sang along, loving it
Fuckin hilarious
You chop her up, or shoot her down
Hang her, bang her
Tie her up and execute the bitch.
That's the stuff that dreams are made of.
Fuck yeah
But that was before.
And I didn't understand.
Now I know that the singer had to be childless
Singing his ballad with insane sincerity.
Because nothing could ever make me
harm this precious child.
Hell withers before the protective bubble
Surrounding this utter miracle.
And I will absolutely destroy
Anything that dares cause harm to her.
Be fucking forewarned.
All of you.
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