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Hit the ground

Poetry By: HeatherRainwater
Horror


When I was living in Tennessee I was in a group that wasn't that good of a group to be around but at the time I didn't really care.


Submitted:Dec 3, 2010    Reads: 38    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Anger building,

Hate flowing,

Hands sweating,

Mind blowing,

Eyes blood-shot,

Teeth grinding,

Fingers curled,

Glare blinding,

Flag held out,

Ready to fight,

Think I'll bite?

I just might,

Grab the flag,

Hold it proud,

Scream your set,

Yeah scream it loud!

221 fuckin' crips,

Bruised eyes,

Busted lips,

Grab your guns,

Hold 'em tight,

Pretend they'll keep you safe tonight,

Juast hit the ground,

When we come near,

Or your last scream,

Is what you'll hear,

Crips for real,

Runs in my blood,

If you're on our list,

Run bitch run!!!





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