The Final Blow Poem by Satan's Sibling
The Final Blow
Popping out from Heaven,
I am ready for the blow.
That will haunt me for eternity,
And send me down below.
My mind is filled with confusion,
A natural high, a depressing drug.
The paper sits before me,
A mocking song, forever sung.
So as I prepare for the strike,
That will doom my days with it's glow.
I am ready for the strike,
I am ready for School's Final Blow.
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