#suicidesquad
* *The witches heart is made of straw,
witches' heart is no heart at all.*
*The witch ideal a nature's fend,
her heart desires the human end.*
*The vines contort limb,
Lycurgus' gape.
as a punishment for,
man's unholy ****
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
They call us when things are bad.
When no one else can help.
When all their ways have failed.
When life is over.
They release us.
When war is inevitable.
When the enemy was won.
When all is lost.
They force us to help.
When they can't help themselves.
When bad does more than good.
When plans fall to the ground.
They call us the bad guys.
Well we are bad.
But not evil.
We have honour among thief's.
Who are we?
The last option.
The one who are thrown under the bus.
The Suicide Squad.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
What we have is nuts, crazy, mad
But it's just that
I like to laugh instead of being sad
I like to giggle so people know I'm not that bad
Mr.J knows that
He gets what they don't
He sees what they wouldn't
When I'm with him I feel warm
Not alone
I'm damaged but so is he
I find it hard to manage
But not with him
You see?
Do you see he just gets me?
My 'Puddin makes me happy
Even tho I'm the baddest bady
We're meant to be
Sometime we paint white roses red
Each shade from a different person head
Don't look at me
Or you'll lay in your dead bed
Don't dream
Dream is a killer sometimes we get drunk with a blue caterpillar
He's peeling the skin of my face
Cause I really hate being safe
The normals they make me afraid
The crazies they make me feels safe
I'm nuts baby I'm mad
The craziest friend that you ever had
You think I'm ******
You think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
Over the bend entirely bonkers
He likes me best when I'm of my rocker
Tell you a secret I'm not alarmed
So what if I'm crazy... all the best people are
He thinks I'm crazy
He thinks I'm gone
I think he's crazy to
I know he's gone
That's probably the reason that we get along
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 5:11 AM UTC
All my friends are heathens.
We live in sin, we die to spend,
the gold…
Were hopeless, were homeless,
Wandering the roads.
All my friends are heathens
Slaved by gold.
We're gutlessness, were soulless
Filled with woe.
There good men, were bad men.
Filled with greed.
Acknowledge the sin that Lies in me.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC