Tuesday, November 04, 2014

Arsenica Lingua (poisoned tongue)

You cursed me in four languages
Yet I criticized your dialects
You told me I could go to hell
But I chose to stop at heck
We all choose a path
Whether we want to or not
The path you chose for me was wrong
I kid you not
At the base of the foothills
We both showed our hands
A flush beats a straight every time
So here we make our stand
I will not
I cannot
Concede control
And you should not
You must not
Let me know that you know
You must not and cannot
Let me know that you know

The goths were right all along! Adult cutters are kids in training!

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