Heaven have pity on these poor vermins
Doves infront
Behind slithering
Hands on their sharp knives
They'll stab you once
Twice
Then act like saints
Nicer than nice
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A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PuisiNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along
SO CALLED
Heaven have pity on these poor vermins
Doves infront
Behind slithering
Hands on their sharp knives
They'll stab you once
Twice
Then act like saints
Nicer than nice
