Final Note

by Beowulf   Sep 7, 2004


I am so sick of everything
You say to me
Every sentence
Nothing but a bloody lie
Nothing but a poisoned dart
Aimed for my chest
I am so sick of your opinions
Comments
Complaints
Greetings
Farewells
Apologies...
Wont you just do me
One last favor
And shut up?

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