So when they find my body,
You'll be the one to cry,
As he bashes my head,
and I finally die...And so there's proof on the table,
enough to put you away,
A b*****d of man,no more sick games to play.
When the truth breaks free,
they'll know what you've done,
to the sick and the innocent,
buried under the sun.
When the walls fall down,
everyone will know,
of the lies you have told,
through the cold blistering snow.
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My poem?sayings book....yeah
umm ok I like to write poems and sayings, so when I'm feeling like i will just write something random. Sometimes it's deep, sometimes it's shallow, sometimes you understand and then sometimes it might not make sense... yeh most will be short lil thin
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Just do as I say,
And I will be your slave
