| Anger Bitch you thought you got away. Well, to you I can only say� Your time will soon come Soon all my anger will be gone. My heart will not dance Until by �lucky chance� You are resting with trash and stones Nothing left but white decaying bones. But death is not revenge My pains I will avenge. You will know, For I will show... A place of pain worse than hell, A palace of torture in which you will dwell. As you lay awake and weep, To scared to try and sleep, You�ll watch your life pass by, You�ll feel the pain of death and cry. Fading in and out you�ll dream, Only to be awakened by your own scream. Marina Joann Hammond Copyright � 2003 Marina Joann Hammond |
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