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Your Fable

Member since 2003 · Posted 14 Jan 2004 · 0 comments

Your filfy lies haunt me Like flies around a repugnant dumpster Your fake loving kills me Like a murdering monster And my heart plunges into the puddle of blood near my feet The smell of your lies it may constantly reak I know your life is full of depression And how much you recieve a day is outragious And I'm beginning to think its contagious Your fables are filled with lies Filled with tries Towards love -Something in your dreams Something you desire With the pages of your fable, may your dreams burn In the blood of the fire...

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