There's enough sin in this town to fuel hells fires
Enough hate in this town to knock down towers
Plenty of the residents get shamed down upon
And the hierarchy status is more than madness
This town may look small and pure
But its full of drugs, hypocrites, and demeanor
When you looks at its people, ever so closely
You can see rich and middle class snobs stepping on high hopes yet low classed people
In this town, with more churches than housing,
With more hate than love
We aren't close at all
And it all deserves
To burn
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On The Spot Poems
PoetryThese are poems, I hope you enjoy them. They come from my heart, and whatever emotions I feel at 1 AM... Have fun, indulge in them if you will. Thank you, Merci, Gracias, Danke and Spasibo
