The Prime
(02/09/2011)
I was the one to be tagged
Beseeching to beg not to be bagged
Now, do taste your own fruit of your crime
No need to sniff the truth, no time!
I’ve been slapped and used to be a wreck
You kneel before me, begging and weeping
Cos you can smell stink from inside that crack
Life’s like a wheel, huh? It’s being proven thing
Crawling in devastating and raging in grabbing
It’s time for you to feel the torment of climbing
In the present, you’re only was-a-star
If revenge is as sweet as spring time
Your tears are the nectar
Drained by me, who’s at the moment, the prime
Copyright © Dinda Minardi | Year Posted 2011
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