Mr nice guy

I seek you through your sin
Pick you to be my own slave
Through your evil I always win
I put your soul into my grave

IŽll let you crawl deep in the dirt
Beg for forgiveness and hope
Will do things that truly hurt
Even tie you with chains and rope

Yes, IŽll give you real pain
Let you beg for a quick death
Through your evil IŽll make you insane
Untill your final breath

Poetry by 2dark4u
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Written on 2016-12-13 at 20:10

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