dedicated to a mother 'lololo' and scumbag sister
you never found,
Whilst slinging mud
and losing ground.
What goes around
it comes around.
This wisdom is the truth.
For all the thoughts
you thought alone,
Piously casting
the first stone.
Ascending your
false idols throne.
Of this I need no proof.
For all the lies
Succinctly said,
And mounted in
a childs head.
Then told so loud
our hearts were bled.
You hammered in a wedge.
For all the hurt
you put us through,
The universe will
repay what's due.
Forever lost,
my kin to you.
On this you have my pledge.
Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2006-12-29 at 10:07
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For p#!!ing off a poet.
For all the wordsyou never found,
Whilst slinging mud
and losing ground.
What goes around
it comes around.
This wisdom is the truth.
For all the thoughts
you thought alone,
Piously casting
the first stone.
Ascending your
false idols throne.
Of this I need no proof.
For all the lies
Succinctly said,
And mounted in
a childs head.
Then told so loud
our hearts were bled.
You hammered in a wedge.
For all the hurt
you put us through,
The universe will
repay what's due.
Forever lost,
my kin to you.
On this you have my pledge.
Poetry by stevelee
Read 802 times
Written on 2006-12-29 at 10:07
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