The Destined
Duress and lies,
Both I despise,
Caused by this redheaded girl.
She tore my heart apart,
Right from the start,
Within the black vortex swirl.
Thought of death, self inflicted,
I nearly did trip it,
Due to this demonic spell.
Now i just hate,
Sympathy comes too late,
For I now hope she burns in Hell.
poem by Satan's Sibling
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