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I ought to stab you till you have
Narcolepsy
Then I’ll slice your testicles with a
Machete.
I like the way you look at me.
I like the way you look at me.
When your eyes are heavy like the
Cemeteries.
I’ll make them light like cremation.
Apologies.
May the Lord forgive me for what I do,
But may you forgive yourself for judging?
I ought to rub your sprained ankles with a
Cheese grater.
You’ll see persuasive molesters run a
Trader.
I like the way you look at me.
I like the way you look at me.
When you’re screaming hot air till your lips
Tear, beware,
But I’m free; the food chain is unfair.
Dare to care.
May the Lord forgive me for what I do,
But may you forgive yourself for judging?
Holding grudges at its finest, I won’t.
I think,
Forgetting the minor things can help me to
Blink.
I like the way you look at me.
I like the way you look at me.
The consumption of my conscious is
When I hate,
But what I do love is your lacerated
Fate.
May the Lord forgive me for what I do,
But may you forgive yourself for judging?
Isaiah Lawrence 