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I no longer care.

Hit me with your best shot

Show me what your wit’s not

Expose the heart you’ve not got

You’ll likely take the dare

 

Looking good you think so

Such a fool, you don’t know

The world’s a stage for no show

I see through you like air

 

Running scared you fight life

Caring not, you mock strife

Instead you wield the sharp knife

I jump your worthless snare

 

Kick me when I’m real low

Better me them some joe

God knows you’ve got enough foe

See if me you scare

 

Justify your filthy deeds

Violence fulfills your needs

So old now, where did that lead?

And you say life’s not fair

 

You’ll get what’s coming- just wait

The narrow road is too late

You spit upon the Lord’s gate

 

***** you, I don’t care.

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lori-jean
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Mar 18, 2011
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