To Craig, and any other Shrewd Devils (or, what a sorry excuse for a m*n)

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THE BOLD AND THE BRASH BELONG ..! *everyone say it with me now*


THE BOLD AND BRASH BELONG IN THE TRASH.


the bold and brash, belong in the trash.

Bad managers. Ill-intended stage moms. Disgraced Artists. Fuck these punk ass bitches -

All Time Low. Rapists, pedos. chasyers, like buyers

LostProphets, the worst pedo to ever disgrace us-


And Craig MotherFucking Owens, front man of Chiodos.


Yeah you heard me, Craig. Fuck you.


Fuck you for what you've done, to my sister.

FUCK YOU FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY SISTERS.




Craig Owens raped my best friend, repeatedly.


Any fame chaser can honestly go fuck right off.

Fuck that lying piece of shit.

I hope Cra*g Ow*ns lives a long, looooooooooooooong time in Prison,

go rot alone, Craig (Hope you drop the soap, cutieeee!).


Prison.




Hey Craig, let me address you right quick, 

just me and you, homie.


Just meeeee, and you.


Craig,

Fuck you, you piece of Flint Trash.

You're an abusive monster 

and? you SHOULD have killed her when you had the chance.



HEAR ME???

YOU SHOULD HAVE KILLED HER, WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE.

BECAUSE, CRAIG, she's on Fire now.





What a fucker. What a monster. 

What a conniving, thief, of a whore of a sonufabitch.



Craig, you're an abusive monster.

Rot alone in your own hellscape, Craig.

Because your chance? Will never come again.

NEVER.

Not while we both live, Owens.

Never.




NEVER!





Never. Ever. Again.


Roat alone in your own hellscape, Owens. 

Because your chance will never come again.

Fuck you, from the bottom of my heart,


I hope it's me, and not her, that you see again.

I PRAY it's me, and not HER, that you see again.

Because I will show you MERCY by ONLY 

kicking your teeth through your fucking 

miserable skull of a corpse of a man.


Fuck you, Craig Owens, frontman of Chiodos, 

Love,

Ren.


You Mother Fucker.

Don't ever breathe my air.






(And, by love,

I mean, I would be the one to spare you.)



Pray it's me and not THEM that you meet again.



What a sorry, sorry excuse for a man.







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