Don'T Pick a Fight

Don't Pick a Fight 
Written by D. W. Breidenthal 

I dwell in light
You dwell at night
You pick a fight
With me?
Are you serious? 
You wanna start it with me
Tonight?
I bid you a greeting...
Do I have to start repeating? 
Ugh...
I hate the decisions you make
It puts our loved one's lives at 
stake
I'm getting fed up with your 
b.s.
I'm falling quickly in my 
lonesome pit
But that's not all of it...
I guess it's part of it
I believe your full of it
I won't listen to your penniless 
lies or denies 
I think you're full of b.s.
Don't seek me - I was never 
considered "wise"
However, I seek Him like 
a precious, golden prize 
I dwell in light
You dwell at night
You pick a fight
I draw blood tonight 
You'll feel my pain...bud...
And you'll be begging on your 
knees for my apologizes this 
wicked midnight *evil laugh*
*Guttural scream* You'll give in 
to my sick delight...hAhA
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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