intimidation's for the weak
free will is real fucking power
so get over yourself
before you get devouredno more preying on me
because i have turned predator
how does it feel to reverse roles
and lose all your controli've grown to be strong
to fight and not run
so you can't win again
and tack me down like a pinhear me when i say this
fuck you and your life
leave me alone
or i'll butcher you with a knifethis is goodbye
forever until death
hope hell will greet you sweetly
with flaming painful breath
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PoetrySmiles are deceiving, feelings are hidden. What a beautiful facade you have.