Final Hours

You think I am so innocent and sweet

That I will allow you to harm those in which I love

But  make your empty promises you washed up whore

Because you and that pussy you call your new beginning

Stand not a chance in this arena with me

I will make your suffering phenomenal

While I dance in your scarlet screams

I will laugh while you plead for even a shred of my fucking mercy

But I will grant you no relief because your deceit shall be your everlasting defeat

And as you feel death crawl up to your ear

Remember the warning I gave you before you let your mouth overload your ass

And that little gun you carried was no match for my arsenal

The final hours of your fatal mistake

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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