Cruel
Intentions 
Inside this lifestyle so sick
Revolted by the choice I pick
A habit I chose not to kick
My mind I seem to always trick
Condemned to hell because I chose the dick
So I might as well unload a brick
Judgment will begot his son
And consequence is soon to come
Gambling with each and everyone
A cruel outlook came from my mom
There are no excuses when you play the game
Consciously knowing it will never be the same
Intentions leave no one else to blame
When life is over all you have left is a name
A perspective chosen should leave no shame
Addiction to a fiery flame
Copyright 2009 © Kyna Gaboriault
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Twisted
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