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--Eric Harris, ending the videotapes made prior to the Columbine High School shootings. Earlier in the tapes, Harris had said "I hope we kill 250 of you."

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Right now Satan has them by their noses in Hell.

His breath is the worst thing they could have imagined,

Or nearly. He is screaming

Or what sounds like a scream in Hell

YOU TWO BOYS FUCKED UP

He booms

NO TWO WAYS ABOUT THAT

HELL HATH NO FURY GREATER

THAN THE FURY RESERVED FOR FUCK UPS

Great red fingers grab them by their pubic hairs

And dangle them over a lake of molten rock

That smells of blood and rotting human hearts.

It is the worst thing they could have imagined,

Or nearly. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

He thunders

IT IS ALWAYS JUST THE BEGINNING

TELL YOURSELF THAT WHEN YOU THINK IT MIGHT BE OVER

IT�S NEVER OVER

IT�S ALWAYS JUST THE BEGINNING

They can hear themselves screaming now

High pitched terrified weak little girl screams

As Satan roars

FUCK UPS

FUCK UPS

NOTHING BUT FUCK UPS THE TWO OF YOU

His fingers tighten around their scrotal sacs

Bending their heads closer to the lake of rock

THOUGHT YOUR WERE BADASSES

NOTHING BUT FUCK UPS

He pulls them back now and the closer they get

The more aware they are

That Satan has them by the balls in Hell

And they feel their bowels loose

And smell their own shit streaming across the backs of their thighs

THINK YOU GOT SENT TO HELL FOR KILLING THOSE KIDS

WRONG

His breath is the worst thing they could have imagined,

Or nearly

WRONG

THIS IS FOR THE ONES YOU MEANT TO KILL BUT DIDN�T

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO FUCK UPS IN HELL

NOT ENOUGH BODIES

NOT ENOUGH BLOOD

YOU PUSSIES

YOU COULDN�T EVEN SHOOT GIRLS

Once again to the lake, but this time

There is not even the courtesy of suspense

Just the burning certainty

Of the hot hand plunging them face first

Into a fiery mass of what they see now

Are maggots the size of dogs.

It is the worst thing they could have imagined. Or nearly.

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