Lock&Load

Lock&Load

A Poem by Sayonara

Gather up any weapon you may have in your possession!
We're about to make a killing session.
I want to teach my so-called "family" a lesson.
For treating me like sh*t since i was an adolescent.
The time spent
Saying The things i ment.
The things i sent so they wouldnt forget.
They deserve this sentence.
They need repentence.
And i really mean this.
I need to kill each and every bi*tch that was always talking sh*t.
Killing is a new game. I will not lose
Ill leave this killiing session with out a buruse.
Your all screwed!
I need my sword
My claws
My saw
My knifes
Your all going to die.
Thats not a lie
It wont be a tie.
You cant kill me
Nor hurt me.
Your not worthy of hurting me.
Your too ignorant.
You cant see.
But i can see.
You dead at my feet.
Have fun in hell.
You wont see me there.
But ill be the one ringing the bell.
You better find a hell shell to hide in.
Hell is as hot as its ever been.

>:D

© 2013 Sayonara


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Added on June 14, 2013
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Sayonara
Sayonara

YUMA, AZ



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I love poetry My dream is to be heard all over the world. Im hopeing this will get me started atleast. I write stories and lyrics plus poetry. I want honest feed back I can take it :D more..

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