The Troll must dissappear

Lights are off, no sound to hear.

Drop vestments to clear the day off.

Foul fucking clown will not stop.

Can I hurt you until you cry?

The same you do to my self,

Sad sack to pound useless lessons in me.

Well the day for relaxation is here.

Time to contemplate fantasies of pain.

Hide in your cave.

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