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Written by Rachelle
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Monday, 29 June 2009 |
I keep committing crimes,
my thoughts are quite perverse.
My sick and twisted mind,
is slowly getting worse.
I think I might be evil,
I’m dreadful and atrocious.
When I see fresh blood being spilt,
my actions turn ferocious.
These urges are unspeakable,
I’m wicked and insane.
This lust is building up inside,
I’ve a maleficent brain.
The doctors can’t repair me,
I’m broke beyond a fix.
No one can stop my games,
control my deadly tricks.
I think I might need medicine,
some drug to calm me down.
I need a quick release,
I’m tearing up the town!
There must be something wrong with me,
I’m evil and perverse!
My sick and twisted mind,
is quickly getting worse!
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 02 July 2009 )
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