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Jan 2019
You don't find love at the prom,
That's not where your dad met your mom,
Its where pride and scorn surely adorn,
The tears of the prom queen as she begins to mourn,
The loss of a King corrupt as could be,
He was killed as all could clearly see,
Because he didn't have money for the candy he bought,
For the drugs him and his sister brought,
The prom is not a place to hide,
The girl couldn't stay hidden as she tried and tried,
But you can't hide from the prom my dear sweety,
Heartbreak awaits all those that are needy.
All Bless The Prom Queen....
~The Black Crow.
Hunger
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Hunger  99/Hell
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