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did in

So much sin created
from the tips of my hand
worried lot of people
Laughing off this foolish gent
Youth of the soul that was former
Joy and love around every little corner
It is no longer quite
Ripped from this essence
by cruelty in spite
My own ego
Fallen from grace
Someone -ucked me
with a spit upon this face
Dancing legs of blood
Parading from my vain
I was did in by cholesterol
And the sinner Saints
Delighting at the pain

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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