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Date Posted: 20:42:58 10/27/02 Sun
In reply to:
Driveby
's message, "*Smirks*" on 20:33:01 10/27/02 Sun
I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
I'm comin' on like a hurricane
My lightning's flashing across the sky
You're only young but you're gonna die
I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get you, Satan get you
Hell's Bells
Yeah, Hell's Bells
You got me ringing Hell's Bells
My temperature's high, Hell's Bells
I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine
If you're into evil you're a friend of mine
See my white light flashing as I split the night
'Cause if good's on the left, then I'm stickin' to the right
I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's puttin' up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get you, Satan get you
-Muscled brute o' muscle from the shadows emerges, cinnamon hued orbs gleaming. Nay a word doth he speak, from canine to canine he looks. Place be taken 'side partner Driveby. Muscled stature o' rott mix shifts, sinews shifting 'neth taut black and tan flesh. Appendages tensen, poise for attack if t'were needed. Opticals shift 'ward Missy instantaneously, little care g'in ward bloodied canine. Not even a growl emmits from vocals o' rouge, rare as sound was in he. Only sign o' life g'in be the deadly stare issued, preperation o' kill moving 'thin mind o' he.-
Be careful what you wish for...
It could cost your life.
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