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The Smile of a Thug
Fierce with a face of casting a hex.
Looks, scary with an outgrowth of a stinging tail.
She's Like;
a corp ruthless to crimes,
a soldier shooting with no mercy in a firing squad,
an assasin that tortures his victim to death.
Her presence brings forth;
fear,
pain,
panic,
truth,
confession, the worst you could do to yourself is to dare the otherwise.
Her anger is visible even in the darkest shade.
Wrinkles in thug of war with her face's skin.
She's a radical thug.
She 'll never compromise her horror for pity.
But all I see is a contrary face.
A maladaptive looks of thug.
She's like a cease fire between her thug looks and my repulsive smile.
The only shot I get on my forehead from her is inspiration.
I tell the blind what I see beyond the horizon of her venom.
Do you See how innocent she looks?
I ask her diety if she is sinless...
she's Cute,
caring and lovely.
Oh ma God....
She's the greatest smile on the sadest face.
If all you see is a thug,
Then you'd probably gotten your iris distorted.
She's the devil you see.
But she's like a god to me, and each day she gives me flows with even greater grace....
Looks, scary with an outgrowth of a stinging tail.
She's Like;
a corp ruthless to crimes,
a soldier shooting with no mercy in a firing squad,
an assasin that tortures his victim to death.
Her presence brings forth;
fear,
pain,
panic,
truth,
confession, the worst you could do to yourself is to dare the otherwise.
Her anger is visible even in the darkest shade.
Wrinkles in thug of war with her face's skin.
She's a radical thug.
She 'll never compromise her horror for pity.
But all I see is a contrary face.
A maladaptive looks of thug.
She's like a cease fire between her thug looks and my repulsive smile.
The only shot I get on my forehead from her is inspiration.
I tell the blind what I see beyond the horizon of her venom.
Do you See how innocent she looks?
I ask her diety if she is sinless...
she's Cute,
caring and lovely.
Oh ma God....
She's the greatest smile on the sadest face.
If all you see is a thug,
Then you'd probably gotten your iris distorted.
She's the devil you see.
But she's like a god to me, and each day she gives me flows with even greater grace....
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