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Burn (poem)
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If murder was legal you'd all be dead
At the silver platter sits your head
Nuts I won't go?
Denial is it?
I hope you all rot in a fiery pit
The heat melts your skin and
your marrow boils inside your bones
Your eyes pop from pressure and
sizzle goes your toes
I hope you feel every last bit
You stupid ungrateful annoying little zit
Your voice stresses me out
I just want to kill
You laugh at my very will
I hope karma gets you for all your hell
And punches you in the face until your nose swells
At the silver platter sits your head
Nuts I won't go?
Denial is it?
I hope you all rot in a fiery pit
The heat melts your skin and
your marrow boils inside your bones
Your eyes pop from pressure and
sizzle goes your toes
I hope you feel every last bit
You stupid ungrateful annoying little zit
Your voice stresses me out
I just want to kill
You laugh at my very will
I hope karma gets you for all your hell
And punches you in the face until your nose swells
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