Nobody Likes A Whiner

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I try my hardest

to part with this old pain

and combat through

the hot tears from flowing

in front of all these walking faces

I thought of all the guns they sell

down by the street that could

blow out those swinish,

unautocratic brains

that keep putting me on grotesque,

hollow landslides

and broke one's malice

into something ugly

ever since then,

I've been ending up my days

in a hail of bullets

but little do they know,

I'll be first to blow out their

ruthless brain twice,

making them cringe,

whining at the sight of

how they've fractured my soul


Created: May 02, 2017

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