I sit at my bench again,
this whole scene is getting old.
Same old sinners skulking in,
same defense a trillion-fold.
Now the room fills up with steam.
Next, flames shoot up through the grate.
I'm so bored I want to scream!
Here's the part I really hate...
Blah, blah, blah, "I beg you, sir,
this is all one big mistake...!"
Ugh! Stop clutching at my fur!
YOU'LL be burning at the stake.
I've been doing this so long,
I forgot when it began.
Sentencing the endless throng
of the very worst of man.
NEXT...! Let's go - don't hold the line,
I've got legions more to see.
Quicksand... Sharks... Irate canine...
Punishment is up to me.
Used to be I really dug
civic aspects of this job,
now I just want to unplug
from this whole unholy mob.
What if men just acted right?
What if more went UP, than down?
Maybe I'd take off a night...
or perhaps go out of town...
WAIT. Did I just have that thought??
Oh my badness, I'm not well...
Feel my head - am I still hot?!
...Guess there ARE cold days in hell!
Yes it was a cold day in hell
She lied and inside I died
The Angel fell
What happens when you awake in a new hell
I was laying with fire
I've been tricked by a Fallen Angel
I only had one desire
I would have loved you so well
I could have taken care of you
I didn't know heaven was above you
And in bed hell was below me
Yes it was a cold day in hell
She lied and inside I died
The Angel fell
When love becomes your biggest fail
You awake in a new hell
When your trust has turned to dust
You loose love and become useless
It takes one heart to love
Two to be in love
And three to break a mans trust
I see time progress and grow with your beauty
It all makes me sick, despite my immunity.
You're as heartless as it gets, look at what you do to me.
I would even bet, its to feed my insecurities.
Our troubles are not the same. You do not trouble youself.
You'd have to be insane, to think you have felt what Ive felt.
You push me away, then bring me back to your cell.
I hope for the end of this game, I hope for a cold day in hell.
I pray you find compassion, instead of prying on the weak.
I pray you notice my attraction, which is of now obsolete.
I pray our interactions, are no longer an akward meet.
I pray you not ignore my actions and have me kiss your feet.
This has gone on for far to long.
Let us both put an end to this song.
Cast away this entity, have it begone.
Let us say goodbye to our corrupt bond
you keep me at arm's length
you must like to be alone
and I keep obsessively checking my phone
you don't text you don't write
in fact, you don't do anything right
so why am I thinking of you morning, noon, and night
my friend's keep telling me
I need to see the light
'cause a man like you
is never going to do right
I think it will be a cold day in Hell
before I find a man
who will respect me the way I like
why did this have to be me
(my life)
a perfect mother by day
but an escort by night
i live in the biggest home
have the best cars
and i wear the prettiest clothes....
but only because my mother
(is a hoe)
different men....
more then one in a night
she says she doesnt have sex
(with all of them)
but sex is not why i cry
sex is not what its all about
shes the talk of the town
and the rumor at my high school
she pays it no mind
swaring its just a job
but i see no time cards
and she cashes no checks
all the men keep telling me is
(your next) (im next)
but itll be a cold day in hell
before i follow in my mothers
(footsteps)
why couldnt my mother
be a normal one...
or why couldnt i just be....
from another home
(This is a fictional poem)
While we were shopping, you tried to steal a bracelet that was worth a lot.
But before you could get out of the store, you got caught.
They thought I was an accessory so they prosecuted me as well.
I'm mad because you got me arrested so you can go to hell.
This incident has caused me a great deal of grief.
My girlfriend dumped me because she thinks I'm a thief.
You may not realize it but stealing is a sin.
It will be a cold day in hell when I go shopping with you again.
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