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lyle emory cooper ,</div>
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Awake at night you focus,
On everyone whose hurt you,
And write a list of targets,
Your violent lack of virtue.
Leave us alone!
You're on your own!
Rrrraaa!
Go!
We are breathin',
While you're sleeping, go, (Go!)
And leave us alone,
The liars cheated,
Our hearts beating, go, (Go!)
And now you're on your own.
Here's to your perfect weapon,
Crack bones with blind aggression,
Like birds whose wings are broken,
You live without direction.
Leave us alone!
You're on your own!
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lyes</div>
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oct. 19</div>
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Cleveland</div>
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straight</div>
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jaco van den hoven</div>
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dizzy izzeh is to busseh</div>
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<b>Do you know me little one,<br>
Can you see through what I've become?</b><p>
They say something was wrong with him upon birth; for upon being born not a sound did the boy make so silent that at first doctors thought he had died. His eyes merely looked around as if judging those that had brought him out into the world. His mother refused to hold him, her third born child, born to yet another random john who's name she hadn't even know. Why should she care what became of the child created that night?
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She kept him though as she did all of her children. Not for love but for the money. After all what business man wanted his wife to know about the child created with the fifty dollar hooker down on the corner? None that was who. She always believed that if she had enough kids by the time she was to old to be appealing her beautiful body sagging with age she would have enough money to live on; black mail money.. She didn't care either way though. Money was money no matter how it was received.
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Lyle's father paid and paid well; to keep the woman quiet and the child's heritage secret. While he wasn't worried about his wife finding out she was to timid to do anything about it. His father in law was another story. So Lyle remained in his mother's care for years. Her 'friends' taking care of him and his siblings when his mother was busy which was most of the time.
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I watched as slowly his siblings were picked up one by one. 'Adopted' by men or women eager for child for whatever reason. Never did she tell their fathers that they were gone pretending to still have them so the money continued to come in. <p><p>
<b>Tell me little one,<br>
Do you know what I have done?</b><p>
Many people underestimate me, after all I don't look like that tough of a guy. In fact some seem to think I look innocent. I find it laughable. I'm a headcase I'll admit it. I have trouble feeling emotions though they fascinate me. I enjoy toying with people and seeing how they react what makes them tick. Part of me wishes I could feel these things; for I find myself incapable of anything other then mild amusement and occasional annoyance. Anger, hatred, love, affection, all of these things that so many people talk about.. I don't understand them I can't comprehend them.
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I guess it's partially for this reason that I do what I do. I torment people to see the emotions on their faces on the faces of the people that care about them. I feel no pity for what i do, I suppose thats bad? I don't know and really don't care. I don't think I can. I feel as if something is wrong with me but oh well.
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The closest thing I find to fun is torturing people, the feel of their blood and the site of it. Blood and pain are the only way i can get turned on.. I despise this part of myself while most feel lust at the site of a hot girl I dont.. I don't get turned on easily it takes a hot girl and pain.. It doesnt matter who's mine, hers, either one, give me blood give me pain, and I find pleasure in it. I find joy. It's the only time I'm happy....<p><p>
<b>Do you see me now little one,<br>
Standing here my hands on the gun?</b><p>
What do you say little one,<br>
Do you want to have some fun?<p>
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