Fear Me
When her scorched and broken body
comes tumbling down the rocks,
I will grin maniacally and say,
"Finally."
'Cause I know she lies,
and I know she spies,
and I will be happy when she
brutally dies.
Copyright © Alex Brown | Year Posted 2010
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