Originally Written On: March 1st, 2015
I know I am late,
Forgive me mate.
Got held back,
By an old sac.
I'm back though,
To avenge all my foe.
To show them their place,
To make them the one with shameful face!
I'm an angel of hell,
Not merciful, Oh well!
Better run and hide,
Or be ready to confide.
Wish you are gonna you were never born,
For I'm gonna fry you like corn,
You'll cry like a hen,
Crack up like a pen.
Feed like a dog,
And burn like a log.
Then I'm gonna laugh,
Seeing you barf.
For I'm your cruelest dream,
Would you like your soda with some cream?
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Empyrean: Where Worlds Fly High
Şiirempyrean/ˌɛmpʌɪˈriːən,ˌɛmpɪˈriːən,ɛmˈpɪrɪən/ noun the highest part of heaven, thought by the ancients to be the realm of pure fire. | Collection Of Poems| Let me write you a beautiful picture; Take you high, Take you low. Show you what word...
