Cold Kisses
You are young and wild,
You crazy and you make the rules.
Life is, living like this.
But what about cold kisses.
Hey, you have been under attack by
A cold blooded killer.
Killing is his passion, pride and joy.
Love to kill brutality.
Blood gives him a wild peace.
Killing is an art to him.
He draws portraits of death.
His love is a killing corner
His Kisses are venomous.
He’s always ready to give a kiss of death.
Death, death, only death makes him cool.
He’s a killer, and loves to kill.
And feel peace with death.
He’s a killer right behind you.
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