Pura Lecher
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Killer, intruder, homicidal man?
If you see me coming run as fast as you can. My hammer's a cold piece of blood lethal steel. I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal. Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads. Deviant defilers, you're next to be dead?
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