Air So Thin
We fight to breath the air so thin
Death is among us, so let us begin
With this blade I will cut a hole
Your face looks funny since I cut off your mole
I am that guy who brings out peoples worst fears
Don't worry at least I'll make a necklace out of your ears
I place the knife on your chest
Try not to panic, I know you are giving it your best
As a tear rolls down on your face
I thought you were a strong woman, what a disgrace
I hope your ready for the pain I'm about to put your through
God will question how a man could do the things will I do
I laugh as you cry
I live as you die
Your body is all limp and white
Your body has nothing left to fight
Your soul may go on
Your body is mine to munch on.
By Bobby J Evans
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