My, oh my, have you finally felt guilty?
You deserve it, after all, you're really filthy.
After all those lies you told everyone
I know that you're still far from done
Lies and lies and lies
Now look up to the skies
Do you think you'll be forgiven?
After all the truth you've hidden?
It's all stacked up
And now you can't stop
Because if they end up knowing
You know you'll end up dying
Stop crying when it's all your fault
Don't whine when you're the assault
What can you do now that it's done?
You should have stopped before the fun
But why would you listen
Nothing would have been different
You'll commit other sins to cover the lust
In the end, you'll be covered by rust
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"IT'S POEHTIHC" Said the nut, who's one of the authors of this book. "...YOU BAKA, FOINE" Was what the potato, the other author, replied as she laughed and wondered what's wrong with them. This book is a compilation of poems made by two weird author...
