I have fallen from my grave
With Tears of jealousy and rage
You know who you are you fucking bitch
You'll end up in a ditch
I want to kill you
Therefore you're dead
Hell awaits you
Better watch your fucking head
Run from my fist
No its better to stay
You can't be scratched off my death list
Don't run away
I'll find you someday
I told you to stop
Mocking us and our mothers
Now I've blown my top
As I snort this coke
You think it's some kind of a joke
You can't turn back now
I know your number anyhow
The time has come
You all must die
My tears are the cold rain
Because of you I'm filled with pain
I'll chain you up and torture you
Then you'll know your life is through
I will hunt down both you and your friends
Don't try to hide
You won't get way
Your bodies are rotting in this fucking heat
Now I need not weep
And now I can sleep
Because my death list is now complete
This poem was written out of anger towards a few people who were cruel bitches at school. I would like to thank T.J. Ackland a friend of mine who helped me rearrange the words when I was going to use it as a song.
