Stalker
One, two.
I'm coming for you.
Claimed just for you are,
Can't you hear my roar?
Three, four.
Run and lock your door.
Pain, pain, go away!
Come another day!
Five, six.
Go hide behind bricks.
Am I good enough?
Heck no, you're not tough!
Seven, eight.
No, I wont be late.
Lies is all they say.
Just go die today!
Nine, ten.
I can't tell you when.
You know what I said?
You ended up dead.
YOU ARE READING
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