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I am Dennis. There is nothing else you would ever want to know about me. Thanks for reading.
From my friends Crimson Dead
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come tattle tale tell me a rhyme,
for every truth I’ll give you a dime.
sell your soul for lust and wine,
wishes you pray, are just, divine.
tears for an eye,
you beg to cry,
won’t make whole,
incomplete soul.
the shameful deeds that cloud your mind,
fragments of lies - in you confined.
a killer with a mask, one question to decide,
ring to my rhyme or prepare to die.
four lines of fate, the Grander’s ploy,
twist your words and answer coy.
sad and alone he waits and mourns,
come to the slaughter, the black wolf warns.
the deviance, the death,
the irony that crept.
trapped in your asylum, the final scheme,
find me a rhyme that breaks this dream.