The Dead SpeakA Poem by Anthony Q ArmstrongSomething that just slapped me like a dead person talking.
Sometimes I wish to slit your throat,
Line you up and snort you like coke. You ruined me once, Now I'm back, To kill all you slacks. You piss me off, And make my list. My list is not safe, You're in line with my fist. I only think of death as temporary, Never lasting forever. I will come from my grave, And kill you all. Once the dead speak, Life is over, According to all the geeks, I am just a freak. © 2013 Anthony Q ArmstrongReviews
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Added on January 25, 2013Last Updated on January 25, 2013 AuthorAnthony Q ArmstrongChapel Hill, TNAboutHonestly, I am not much of a person. I have been writing poetry, it coincides with my life, since I was little. Most of what i write on here is to express my slef, and make myself feel better. Being a.. more..Writing
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