My good freinds no more

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is about my friends ant and son of sex pistols

Submitted: July 05, 2008

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A beauitful night

In a house of fright

Two guys happy as can be

Will slowly begin to fear me

They were i nthe main room

from the wndow u could see the moon

Then u see me flying in through the nite The black rose in hand

It slowly turnis into a scythe

as i slice accross the neck

The heads  roll across the foor

I laugh and mock while im about to walk through the door

I stand in the doorway staring at the headless bodies

I turn away and walk through the nite

I head for he sky with the rose in hand

I strike again


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