Fate/Rot/Thin Line/ Twisted - Poem by Michael Buchanan
blood and hate
pull the trigger and prove my fate
you pushed me over
wiether you no it or not
crossed the line...
from wrong and right...
never thought it would end up the way it did last night
between sight and sence i lost control
and ended the life i enrolled
blood and hate...
ready for the thousands of scars and thousands of hurts...
proving life will never work
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