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I'll walk down the halls Hand in Hand Ready to take a stand Music of macabre origin then plays "This dance if I may?" I wear my best noose. So obviously Obtuse This ball Is the ultimate call For the crazy's To have a death day party Our lives never were so hearty. Shoes made of razor blades Bloodied nursemaids Punch is spiked with cyanide To evoke a lethal tide Pop a pill maybe 4 That way there is less gore Less to clean Please don't be mean Knives glitter darkly Our faces grimaced tartly Cut and slice Stab and dice Blood will fall And run down the halls For you see my dear Do not fear For in these halls Lurks the suicidal ball.
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
Suicidal Ball
I'll walk down the halls Hand in Hand Ready to take a stand Music of macabre origin then plays "This dance if I may?" I wear my best noose. So obviously Obtuse This ball Is the ultimate call For the crazy's To have a death day party Our lives never were so hearty. Shoes made of razor blades Bloodied nursemaids Punch is spiked with cyanide To evoke a lethal tide Pop a pill maybe 4 That way there is less gore Less to clean Please don't be mean Knives glitter darkly Our faces grimaced tartly Cut and slice Stab and dice Blood will fall And run down the halls For you see my dear Do not fear For in these halls Lurks the suicidal ball.
Suicidal Ball is my fave to write.
Zachery
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17/M/USA
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
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