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Originally posted by Metha-Don
The judge should of had him taken out of court or had another shirt put over him,and when he started to act up just take him out of court. the judge let him disrespect the court and family and he had the authority to stop it.. So criminals have more rights then the rest of us it seems.
Originally posted by GreenGlassDoor
I am sure when he is gang raped and sold for a pack of cigarettes to another gang he is going to regret a lot of his life choices.
His behavior in courtthe just guarantees he goes to maximum security with all the other violent criminals who are a lot harder than he is.
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On his Facebook page, Lane wrote a chilling letter on December 30, 2011
In a time long since, a time of repent, The Renaissance. In a quaint lonely town, sits a man with a frown. No job. No family. No crown. His luck had run out. Lost and alone.
The streets were his home. His thoughts would solely consist of "why do we exist?" His only company to confide in was the vermin in the street. He longed for only one thing, the world to bow at his feet.
They too should feel his secret fear. The dismal drear. His pain had made him sincere. He was better than the rest, all those ones he detests, within their castles, so vain. Selfish and conceited.
They couldn't care less about the peasents they mistreated. They were in their own world, it was a joyous one too. That castle, she stood just to do all she could to keep the peasents at bay, not the enemy away.
They had no enemies in their filthy orgy. And in her, the castles every story, was just another chamber of Lucifer's Laboratory. The world is a sandbox for all the wretched sinners.
They simply create what they want and make themselves the winners. But the true winner, he has nothing at all. Enduring the pain of waiting for that castle to fall. Through his good deeds, the rats and the fleas.
He will have for what he pleads, through the eradication of disease. So, to the castle he proceeds, like an ominous breeze through the trees. "Stay back!" The Guards screamed as they were thrown to their knees. "Oh God, have mercy, please!"
The castle, she gasped and then so imprisoned her breath, to the shallow confines of her fragile chest. I'm on the lamb but I ain't no sheep. I am Death. And you have always been the sod. So repulsive and so odd.
You never even deserved the presence of God, and yet, I am here. Around your cradle I plod. Came on foot, without shod. How improper, how rude. However, they shall not mind the mud on my feet if there is blood on your sheet.
Now! Feel death, not just mocking you. Not just stalking you but inside of you. Wriggle and writhe. Feel smaller beneath my might. Seizure in the Pestilence that is my scythe. Die, all of you.
Originally posted by Tazkven
It certainly makes it impossible to feel any sympathy for this kid.
Originally posted by Mykey057420
This kid would be my hero, had he took out someone who really mattered.... Like a congressman, MP, or a bankster, or any other oppressive person in society, hell if he did his principal like this, I could even get a laugh....
But wow, that kind of hate for someone not much different from you is hard to imagine.
Originally posted by starviego
Originally posted by Tazkven
It certainly makes it impossible to feel any sympathy for this kid.
Which makes me think this kid was being mind-controlled to do this.