The girl from hell

by Tamila Bob   Dec 26, 2004


She isn't good to me
she get treated
the way she treats
don't speak
unless spoken
do not think
of the broken
curse your
filthy mouth
from where words pour
you evil w.h.o.r.e
in a basement
you shall dwell
in a internal burning hell
something evil in her soul
touches them all
and make them cold
they loose the will to live
and what they would not give to
be free

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