Decaying and rotting bodies
Trapped under the rubble
Underneath it all
You’re a weak person
Can’t you see that you’re killing me?
How come you don’t even care for it?
It’s never up to you to forgive
But you’re an evil person of unforgiven
You’ve been weakening right from the start
And you’ve been dying
Can’t you see that you’re killing me?
And I can’t wrap my brain around your devilish ways
Troubled from a young child
The lying and the thievery
Upsetting your parents for no reason
Pleading your own case
How can’t you become a good person?
How can’t you seem to be a nice guy?
Over my dead body you’ve seem to be
Never looking back at your own miseries
Displeasing your victims
To being unaware of your killings
Pleaded with the judges
To be hung with a death penalty
Nobody wants your miseries anymore
And you can’t become a good person
You aren’t the brightest nor the smartest
And my blood is leaking out of my veins
Poetry
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