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"Bone Crackin' Fever"
Your cursed words are the curtain on the world's stage,
Your show ends today.
With a blow to your face that destroys it,
With your teeth ricocheting off the ground like bullets bouncing off armor plating,
I deliver a punch to your rib cage that goes right through, with your ribs poking out your flesh like a porcupine's quills.
At last, I will have my revenge.
The pain you caused will come to an end,
With an ailment that is only cured with death.
This bone-crackin' fever is punishment well overdue.
The screams you muster with the gargling of blood you cough up are a symphony to my longing ears.
So long you got away with what you did.
You beg for mercy, I give you none.
Where was my mercy when what you did destroyed my life you scum?
You did not care as you stepped over me and laughed as you walked into the distance,
Parading what you've done, a pat on the back you gave yourself.
Now with a hellhammer fist to your body and an utter demise,
I step calmly amidst the final blow and with an earthshaking thud, you drop,
Laying motionless like a meat puppet, I had my day and my say.
With a bone-crackin fever, finally done. Happy Birthday!
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