Sunday, May 10, 2015

Dear Undear,

I hope that
You rot in hell.
I hope you die
Tomorrow.
But most of all, I think
I hope
Your days are filled with sorrow.
Your sins be dark
Your heart be grey
and all the world's love does leave you.
Be thankful
I not lead such a way;
Or this hope could come to be you.

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