You people can Throw poems here as well.

Fiery ending.

I feel so Empty on the inside.
The loss of the eternal life.
The beginning of my last try.
The hurt of realizing the lie.

You stupid ********' Whore.
I shoulda known, that you were a harlot.
Get out of here, and steer clear.
If I see within a year.
My gun is the last ******** thing you will hear.

Take this to heart.
All you indigenous people.
When you ******** my soul.
You get the hell fires of ******** You b***h!