I can only go higher. You on the other hand...

March 13, 2010
By Anonymous

Hues of hatrid, taint my heart
Lips of poison, speak so tart
Lies and cheats, your eyes weep
Ink so black, your words reap

Tools of prosper, your hands foil
Still I paid, those days of toil
Life so shallow, be happy now
You dumb, treacherous skinny cow

In this game, your cards will fall
I’ll be waiting, I’ll steal them all

The author's comments:
Please don't destroy this :)

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