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My homicidal ideations marinate in my head
For the uncompromising pleasure of seeing someone dead
Thorough as hell, I am on the clock if being an actor
I would torch a soul for the defamation of my character
I ride drama like a drop of rain until someone freaks with my integrity
Then its all that she wrote for the wraths of my sanity
For the most part Im cool; it whatever floats your boat
But if you push to many buttons I might just slash your throat
_Essence Emani
Copyright © Candace Cullins | Year Posted 2006
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