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The poem is self explanitory, if you read it. |
Horns Her Horns are so Fucking Sharp, so cold and black like stone Just like her worn out dying heart that chills you to the bone Her Smile makes you Bleed for Her, until she’s bled you dry Her Eyes are armour Piercing, cutting like a bloody scythe GOD DAMN she makes me feel so High That little fork-ed tail wraps itself around your waist You want to Scream but Her Fire you can Taste I prayed to God in Heaven for Her to Let Me go I feel so God Damn helpless to this little Demon Hoe GOD DAMN she makes me feel so High The Gates of Hell are Open and you are chosen to Go In Eradication of regret, how could this be a sin? Just like That it’s Over, my soul is torn My heart is Gored forevermore for loving Satan's wicked whore GOD DAMN she makes me feel so High I told you this would happen now you have to learn She took all she Wanted and The rest is Left to Burn I know You’ll try again, ignoring logic that I’ve spun She’ll take your life along with mine, it is far too late to run GOD DAMN she makes US feel so High I told us this would happen, remember that now man? We both fell victim to her fucking evil plan Your throat is cut, your back is stabbed and now you’re bleeding out Can you tell me now what this shit was all about? GOD DAMN she Made Me feel so High |