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Props: 0 | My sentence fluency, described as lunacy, see im a true MC
Theirs like a flu in me to free with the truth that I speak
I offer it to any one who seeks it, see some have it
But just cant grasp it like a duck with a broken beak
I’m currently succeeding, but time to time my motion ceases
Like a mountain climber with frozen feet, broken writer with no ink
Knife to my neck, Satan’s work at his best, I’ve been divested
Of control in my life, so fucking depressed, but I repress
Suppressing any signs of stressing, no signs of blessings
Sobbing, swearing and sweating, should I stay or should I go
To the dwelling of dead things, evil fills the air its quenching
For my soul but I wont let it, screaming pleading yelling
I am surrounded by these demons of my past and present
My head is swelling, these voices vexing, some body help him
Hes begging, for some mercy, hes shouting hes cursing
If we don’t react we could be late and that would be the worst thing
We walk into his room hes laying dead on the floor with a note in short distance
It says you should have listened, hope you learned your lesson. In bloody letters. |
