Brake their bones, crush their heads, brake their legs and hear’em beg. Watch the tears roll down their face whisper in they’re ear, and then say it will be ok. Drag them to a room rip their hearts out and squeeze the blood out, put them backin they loss the spin you’ll be winning the little grin. Now how does it feel! To live with pain and heart filledstrain, it doesn’t feel good now does It!. Does it!, yall neverunderstand cause you all didn’t have a chance well…you all did yall just blew it. Huh, weell i never, geet over here yall don’t get another chance, yall blew it remember. Punch them as hard as you can don’t worry they won’t feel it, because they’re dead. Childhood fades to dark grey life inside me, fades away. Dim the memories take them to a cemetery dig up a hole and,bury them into the lost complimentary. Still in the room sitting what you had just did was just a thought, all the stuffthey’ve brought you through. Thinks what have to be done needs to be much bigger, than that. Looks at them pour acid on their lifeless bodies, light a match. Pour acid on yourself as the room sets fire, you just sit there wait for it to makes its way around. All three of you are dead souls stuck in the room, you chain them up for endless torture and pain
Hi, I appreciate you want to get your poetry out here, but posting continuously on the forums isn't the way to go, and will probably just annoy people more, post them in some hubs!
you scared me
Oh, joy. A Spam Poet.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtqy4DTHGqgShoe for ya!! If it fits.....
You have put Truman Kapot to shame
everybody is a good poetry writer
uh yup - what he said!
Is he talkn bout cannabalism
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