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Sep 2012
allies,
After the same target.
To push her down from her pedestal of lies.
Off with her head I hear you shout.
But a promise was made to leave her about.
I shake with anger when I hear what she's done,
Oh the pain she's brought down, to her it was fun.
It seems she feels she's on top of the game,
Like we're all pesents, and she is fame.
But here's a news flash you stupid little girl,
Your lies wont last, your so fake I want to hurl.
I'm sure you think you've won,
But were just getting stared,
And you're the target.
Plus I have something that insure my win,
There my friends my brethren my kin.
Allies.
I'm flustered-.-
Bailey Kreutzer
Written by
Bailey Kreutzer  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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