I speak the language of death
With a cheap grimmace splattered like paint across my smug face
I speak the language of death
I do it the best
I still can't believe it
I'm a fucking poetic genius
A mountain of sin
Flapping butterfly wings
A fountain of wisdom, often
Silent
I still can't believe it
I'm a fucking poetic genius.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 27th, 2019 01:24
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Well if you say you're a genius, I can't argue with that! heehee.
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