Maggots

by Tiffany E. Riccio   Aug 28, 2005


Mean people are like maggots eating away at your flesh.They don't care whether your fresh. Maggots are here to bring you down until your underground rotting. Come on up to me and look deeplyinto my eyes. You'll be the one deep underground. There is no end to this.Pain is forever. Maggots are forever.You are forever dying inside until you decinigrate. You just need to concentrate on stuff worth your time.Maggots are faggots that eat you with lime. The sour taste of life they love.Love to strip you down as your insides are rotting. Are you alive?Or just blind? Can't you see? You're apart of me. You are why I hate.Now you must suffer the consequences of the truth. The truth of me.You're going where no maggot has gone before. There for time has died. Maggots have been fried. Good-bye!

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