By ????????
Date: 30 July 1999

the virus

he goes right to 
your soul, ansd 
eats you hole,
he give you a
dead rose, that
hes'already gotten'
to. the smell of
dead roes, the
boold of a virgen
that he sackerficed
last night w/ a
role of a dice.
with his blue eyes, 
he makes the steem
go cold. it would 
be grate to have
the virue on your
side, but he eats 
you a-live and hole
suddenly i feel so
cold. THE VIRUS LIVES IN ME..FOREVER