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Nov 2013
Stole My Soul

Once again our paths will cross,
your blood will become my pasta sauce.
What you did, I won't stand for,
I will hunt you down like a wild boar.
You stole my money, you took my pride,
there is no place for you to hide.
I bought a knife, I bought a gun,
you took our daughter, you took our son.
I heard them beg for their daddy,
hoping I find you in some dark alley.
Counting the days till we meet,
then my life will be complete.
I will stab you once and shoot you twice,
hang your ears in my car like fuzzy dice.
Gut you just like a deer or pig,
use your hair as my wig.
Sell your organs on the black market,
use your skin to wallpaper my apartment.
Finally found out where you were living,
when I saw your face, I was suddenly forgiving.
Begged you to take me back,
then I saw your pipe filled with crack.
Took the kids and bolted out the door,
never would have thought, you'd become a *****.
Never once saw her face again,
the blood from my knife went down her drain.
Threw my gun into the river,
on my promise, I did deliver.
Allen Wilbert
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Allen Wilbert  florida
(florida)   
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