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  DON’T COME HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS… I grovelled and I begged for my life But           You Kept          On Slicing  You couldn’t hear my silent squeals of pain You made sure of that  i was burnt to the perfect crisp And shown me off with pride at your table It was time Happy Thanksgiving! (Don’t come home for the holidays!) Time for the first bite…can you feel the rancid bile Flooding out of your mouth like a wave Are you nervous? Yes, there is more to come I forgot to mention the chef’s special ingredient You’ll be next on the table Wait! Before the light leaves your eyes What are you thankful for? PasopNegra  

There She lies... My Brown Sugar Tangled in the red sheets of my enemies... Her brown skin corrupted by the crimson tide... Bathing in my enemies red sheets My Crimson queen Waiting to be cleansed under the Blood Moon There She lies... There She lies. _Pasop Negra

Dear Diary it's me again, looking at the rest of this blank page Wondering what the fuck to write about in this day and age Look at me...a man in a ledge looking for the guts to finally jump Do you hear me Diary? Do you hear my agonizing moans? Begging for death to pay me a visit? Sometimes i sit and wonder, how did my world get plundered into looking for something with no aim. Look out there into the world Diary, i can't wait to leave it Should i make the orchestra-tor of my life to reach the final crescendo? OR Should i let it steadily move at its own pace? I'll answer that for you Diary But not today With my mind reaching into the deep dark depths of The River Acheron I cant help but let my inner demons slink through my picture perfect facade and let their voices ricochets between my mind and my heart. Dear Diary... I...never mind _PasopNegra

This Is It Here she comes      Down The       Isle My Forbidden Fruit Madonna singin' in the background of our moment Remember it was the(e) song The song that made our eyes sparkle when colliding The song that made us sync Baby... As i stand before you right now---- I do I do I do You're are my heart              my mate              My Madonna We enter the threshold Our home, our beginning of consummation And as we make sweet love Under the thundering grey clouds of the gods I see only you in ecstasy Only i can see you in this moment The people will condemn our love but the heavens will Bless Us Remember Madonna our forbidden love...is the most purest of all _PasopNegra