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How i�d end her

foul... all you are and will be
ridden with disgust, hate seeps from your mouth, and drips onto everything
trust me, it�s true
i do.

it�ll be over soon dear
you�ll spit no more
hell, you won�t be able to speak
let me show you

a punch or two never got to you
so I�ll pin you down and stomp out everything
all the things you said behind me, you�ve got no choice, but you�ll be busy screaming
even then, I won�t hear you
yes, I�ll crush you, words will spurt, along with everything else that remains, and then I�ll make you eat them

i�ll rip out all that hair, the strands you brush so carefully
you don�t deserve that
you don�t deserve anything
the only thing you need is me
and I�ll be there

i�ll suffocate you under the weight of my revenge... damn, that must hurt
guts and blood will begin to squirt
but that�s alright, I�ll fill you with dirt
so let it out, as I slowly insert

breathe until the final scoop, when you cough out dust and sand
i�ll plant a seed of regret inside, and watch the leaves poke through your eyes
you�re blossoming
damn... i should probably water it
now and then, I watch the petals show
one day they�ll all unfold
they will

i�ll make sure.