You kill the messenger
to send a message
That doesn't make much
sense does it?
You toast to health
and then you
drink the poison
What ever the point is
you've proven
You don't think things through
A masked villain is
more honest than you
Kick them when they’re down
There’s no more
room in their back
So you stab them where it counts
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Author:
Karsten Turrey (
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