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Feb 2014
You think you have a clue, run the game, as you will.

I will humor, play along till I've had my fun and my fill.

First signs of your deceit, you'll soon discover your poise.

Not as simple as you planned, your pleas will be but noise.



Burn all in your path, a beautiful death knell.

Reap their hearts endlessly, send 'em all to hell.

Never the one to falter, to be on the fall.

You live callous, a blackened porcelain doll.



Pain be your outlet, you're a numb fatal conduit.

Do unto others, know how it goes, why think to quit?

Relieve the pain, **** runs downhill, does it not?

You refuse to be on bottom, though you cower from the top.



Burn all in your path, a beautiful death knell.

Reap their hearts endlessly, send 'em all to hell.

Never the one to falter, to be on the fall.

You live callous, a blackened porcelain doll.



Burn all in your path, a beautiful death knell.

Reap their hearts endlessly, send 'em all to hell.

Never the one to falter, to be on the fall.

You live callous, a blackened porcelain doll.

I'll bring you down to your hell, these demons you've amassed.

We'll have so much fun, punishment burns your  guilty ***.
November 2012
Devin Bardot
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Devin Bardot  Kansas City
(Kansas City)   
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