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So 've had the incredible urge to write for the last little bit....So meh....

Hate anger, furry, remorse.

All these emotions run it's course
You think it's all fun, you think it's all good,
till you runnin' back to mum.
Once I slap you 'cross the face
You'll notice that your pace is one to fast
you've stepped 'cross the line.

Don't play with me boy, else I'll make ya my toy
I'll rip ya to shreds and I'll cut out your tongue
Don't be screwin with me boy I'm not in the mood
Go on try it, and I'll teach ya my rage.
You think it's funny, well I'll betcha my money
that when I'm through with you you won't be thinkin it's so funny.

Short poem...blech....bad too. Inspired by the people really pissing me off in the UGMF.
Army, a little note to you guys,
******** you.
-_-;