Antabellum
Can you taste the poison,
tis but on your lips,
can see the evil,
swings in her hips,
can you feel the pain is in your soul,
can you live the death tis but in the cold,
for her words are truly gold,
and the spite of her evil is growing old,
yes i imagined this story has been told,
how many lies through those beautiful eyes that broken the hearts, burned
through the skies, if you turn away it would be wise,
for the last of my breath , i have uttered the cries,
In a way, if I could have wished her away , my only life , If i could only stay...
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