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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Comedy · #1069525
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Fuck the world and let them die

Red eyes look up at clouds formed in the sky

Purple veins filled with blue blood

Turns red when it fly’s in the sky

I despise all you cunt ass people

So don’t ask no questions why

I rather go to hell then see ya’ll rise

Hating on me

Don’t want to see my dough rise

Some say I’m lucky to prevail

After writing that poem Die

On my last breath

Still don’t believe that’s why

So what’s my battle cry

Trying not to be wise in my own eyes

The makings of a problem child

Down on my dumb luck

Two guns in the air

Just so you know I Don’t give a flying fuck

Words so deep it gives you a weak batter

Nothing never matter

Living it but not living it

Giving it but not getting it

Love it but not loving it

So your mind is a meaningless spirit

Quick

To let your dreams get captured

And this poem is priceless

So why should your life matter

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