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Death Be Thy Name
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Death Be Thy Name

Pity thrown upon thy name,
Curses said in anger and vain,
Understandings left behind,
Bones and muscle I will grind,
Touch me not or you will die,
Mess with me and heads will fly.

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hey look another american! ! you rock. love the poem, i can feel your hatred of this person in your words. you're very passionate with your work. again, you rock