Six feet under this shit ending it all neat
Facing feat I needed to accomplish
Screaming in high pitch my mind glitched
Thoughts of dead reached from my mind

With the speed of my greed I indeed
Stitch the idiot with lead at the bid
With agony he lost all the money
The sccrutiny was he lost flawlessly

The bell rang guards sang
Shifting me back to my cell
I looked hideously pale
To the ten scale

I Could've finished his tale but I was flexing
Giving the arranger of the deal a look
That I had shook the crook of my geeks lives
Right at the moment I realised the moment
Of fight that he had lost on purpose

That made me feel like a clown in a circus
The cell door blew I was glued to sit
Tired of the prison break shit
There he was standing in front of me

'we will see' And with that we started to fight
Like asshats I was glad I beat that shit
Right in his face and killed him

I took the revenge of my family!
Also running out from the hell
I was sold and tricked into tragedy


Did you miss me? am back yay! THANKS FOR READING. MEANS A LOT TO ME. THIS POEM IS JUST FOR FUN DONT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY. AND TELL ME HOW IT WAS IN THE COMMENTS. AND IF I HAVE IMOROVED THAN THE STORIES WHICH I DELTED THOSE WHO READ MY OLD STORUES WOULD KNOW. AGAIN THIS POEM IS JUST FOR FUN DONT TAKE SERIOUSLY

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