POEM

I GOT A KNIFE PUT IT THOUGHT UR HEAD

U BETTER  TRY TOO MAKE BED

DONT WORRY U WILL BE DEAD

AND ALL THAT I WILL SEE IS RED

I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE ARE DEAD

AS I SLICE EVERYONE MAKE THEM GHOST

USE A KNIFE TO MY THEM DECOMPOSE

SLIT EVERYONE WHO TRIES TO GO

HURT THEM TILL I BRAKE THERE THROATS

AND ALL U SEE IS THEM FLOAT AS GHOST

 

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