Regretting Counts

December 29, 2008
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He touched his heart
With his left hand
While he was hanged
And then heard a banged

He had a tear
Everything seemed despair
He wanted to disperse
It seemed so perverse

He couldn't forget
Even when he was dead
He bet no one was there
He needed so much air

His evil deeds
Would yield at hell
But his mind and soul
Wouldn't stop by hades

A place of complete bliss
No worries
No bothers
Just a whole bunch of sinners

He doesn't understands
He's not suppose to be in that land
He is suppose to be banned
Him and many more of the manned





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