Don’t Read These Words, Ah! | Poem

Laugh your heart out,

Let me speak of myself,

I’ve blood on my hands,

I’ve murdered hundreds,

Still not laughing?

I’ve seen your surprise!

Stay down,

Listen to the spankings,

There’s no place you can hide,

Someone will find you,

And, there’ll be blood again!

You dear the murders,

I make them happen,

And, I smile,

I’m the darkness of your heart,

I even killed him,

He spoke of silence,

I shown him the rage!

Laugh your heart out,

Let me speak of murders!



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