Started by VeronicaEvans [3651232] on in Art & Literature.
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Tis the night before murder
An all was planned
Not a rope, nor zip tie
Was left unforgotten
The bags were rolled up
The barrel made ready
Not even a mobster could keep up
Caught in the alleyway
Chloroform at its finest
An empty trunk
An a chainsaw to kiss
The old barn was ready
When the hoopty rolled up
A body strung high
Blood covered straw
Each body part kissed the other
As they landed with a thud
Now they sit semerged
In my favorite acid barrel
Nicely written
Along the cost
Shipments embargoed
A lover's cellphone
A contactless deal
Worry setting in
Mid scope-out
There was a ring...
Realized who was worth the shot that Night
Guess the Wedding is not happening
The Thing In Me
I glanced at Torn's page where I always see
How George have managed to taught on this
Explore the world I have to live
Having a roof to stay should let me eat
I went to the city and I saw
Opportunities and mistakes I might ignore
It's important for me to survive and score
Either way to level up or be stagnant and rot
Decisions are hard as life it is
To make ends meet is part of it
I dreamt of reaching the hundredth step
Forgetting the problems I had to dealt with
Never make the same mistake again although I'm not 25
But where would I sought a good pie to try
Casinos are nice but the stakes are wide
I gamble sometimes to find a nice life
The thing in me I've been back to this
Seems 2 thousand ages have made me grip
The firsts luxury I have received
Was sold and consumed
And now I'm down to hundred and three...!
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A crime affair
I've battled my fists it ain't going tough
I've scratched my nails and my manicure drop
I switch my lanes thought I've done my part
Use my hands barely
Or the snowballs Ive had
One two three again one to three
I punch left to right
Again I lost
It says I've to timed out of bummer what not
Been in the bed for 21 minutes
I couldn't be revive and just wait till I get it
I'm supposed to attack but I was beaten
Oh my manicure can't stand the hands beaten
I didn't only lose my painted nails
I even not made it to Duke s contract papers...!!
I left her there
As I departed for plutonian shores
She sang to me
Of some raven
Singing tales of horror
Right above the bust of palace
Warning her of distant peril
Telling her, tis the last time
My face she would see
She pleaded with streaming tears
For my soul, not to go
I left her there
As she sang to me
Of tales of horror
Sang to her by some priest