• sunofyah913 5w

    THRICE (POEM)

    I SOLD MY SOUL FOR GOLD,
    I SOLD MY SOUL NOW I'M IN FRIGHT,
    OF WHAT'S TO COME (THE MORNING SUN),
    I'LL BITE THE DUST AND LOSE THE FIGHT 'CAUSE THINGS AREN'T NICE BUT HEY THAT'S LIFE AND LIFE AIN'T NICE WHY SHOULD I FIGHT IN FRIGHT OF NIGHT I ROLL THE DICE I BET I'LL END MY LIFE TONIGHT KARMA'S A BITCH KARMA AND DEBT PROBLEMS AND SHIT HEART IS ON ICE MIND IS A MESS FRAIL LIKE SOME MICE MILLIONS OF FAILS "THAT'S MORE THAN THRICE"!

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