Heat isn't working, solemnly attractive
Aimed to fix me, condensation in eve
In front of me was a steel
Filled with no heat to feel
Being mad and triggered
Furiously having such gears
Made everyone collapsed
For every minute that elapsed
He is bad and I knew it
Thrown a fire, killing it in
What do we know more about him?
Should we go and follow him?
"Sorry", won't work for him
"Forgiveness", isn't the way it is
No mercy, just killing
No one knows if he speaks ill
Heat isn't working when it's calm
If there's a reason to heat, then it's his art
The way he's screaming, he's getting triggered
Those tiger eyes are worst than a black magic
Written in: January 12, 2020
Published in: April 19, 2020
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