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Missy, Missy Mortimer How does your steel heart beat? Your bloodline oxidized by hate Satan can’t compete. Missy, Missy Mortimer Who do you think you are? A pure facade of intellect Matched by your ugly scars. Missy, Missy Mortimer Obstinate, careless, crude… Hell awaits your filthy soul As you practice being rude. Missy, Missy Mortimer Insult; demean; degrade The power you pretend to hold In your foolish mind is made You cast away the moral code Or perhaps it’s just amiss You justify your horrid ways Your arrogance now bliss. Manipulation, you hold dear As if all cannot see With precision you decide your mark You aim, and shoot; well pleased. Missy, Missy Mortimer No warning you deserve To crush and stomp on human hearts Compassion; no reserve Oh Missy, you may think you’ve won A pin for your collection You controlled and shoved me out your door Unjustified rejection. As soon as I can gain the strength Forgiveness I shall find Your ugliness is pitiful But the Lord’s a friend of mine. He watched you’re actions closely He sadly shook his head Your Father, He wants more for you But on thin ice, you tread. Missy, Missy, Mortimer I pray you hear His call Until then, you stand on the edge Your back against the wall.
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Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
Missy, Missy, Mortimer.
Missy, Missy Mortimer How does your steel heart beat? Your bloodline oxidized by hate Satan can’t compete. Missy, Missy Mortimer Who do you think you are? A pure facade of intellect Matched by your ugly scars. Missy, Missy Mortimer Obstinate, careless, crude… Hell awaits your filthy soul As you practice being rude. Missy, Missy Mortimer Insult; demean; degrade The power you pretend to hold In your foolish mind is made You cast away the moral code Or perhaps it’s just amiss You justify your horrid ways Your arrogance now bliss. Manipulation, you hold dear As if all cannot see With precision you decide your mark You aim, and shoot; well pleased. Missy, Missy Mortimer No warning you deserve To crush and stomp on human hearts Compassion; no reserve Oh Missy, you may think you’ve won A pin for your collection You controlled and shoved me out your door Unjustified rejection. As soon as I can gain the strength Forgiveness I shall find Your ugliness is pitiful But the Lord’s a friend of mine. He watched you’re actions closely He sadly shook his head Your Father, He wants more for you But on thin ice, you tread. Missy, Missy, Mortimer I pray you hear His call Until then, you stand on the edge Your back against the wall.
Copyright 03.30.2011 Lori Jean Vance
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Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
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