Grievances of the past, I can't forget
Forgiveness is a luxury they don't deserve
It's a principle, a matter of respect
I take it personally to send them to hell
Snitches get stitches
Traitors get beaten
I don't care if I am called evil
These mothers fuckers won't see it coming
Revenge is a dish best served cold
I can hear the sounds of their broken bones
And for those who question my choice
Just three words" Fuck Them All"
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KRYS
PoetryWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
