Early GraveA Poem by J.P.O.etReaper's waitingAn early grave, that's what's in store Can't be saved, can't behave Reaper wants to put me under the floor War in my head and war abroad The only wish that I had was for a broad who gave good head and understood the things that I said Help me to lay my head when I go to bed now I'm seeing red I can't be saved I've been led to an early grave
Reaper's waiting on my number with his sickle I'm getting number he's feeling fickle Put me down for eternal slumber I feel his blade start to tickle my carotid He's taking dibs, taking bids on just how he will get rid of this punk kid His methods, are myriad Dip my soul in acid or open my skull up like a lid take a look in so dark and morbid I can't be saved I've been led to an early grave
I know him, first name Grim I'm on thin ice a fragile limb Last name Reaper sing a hymn brother's keeper Find religion but the soulseeker He ho hums, has his fun It's, too late for that son It could be a gun, a sudden stun but when it is all said and done My downfall is my own fault Can't blame y'all I'll take the fall I can't be saved can't behave Heading straight to an early grave
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3 Reviews Added on March 1, 2008 Last Updated on March 1, 2008 AuthorJ.P.O.etRIAboutI am 30 years old from the Ocean State Seeking to learn and share and have constructive, creative discourse with others who have opinions and ideas. I believe in a theory of evolution which is cente.. more..Writing
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