The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

God bless me

I guess eventually I'll stop missing you,
I'll go to Neverland with my mess,
God won't you bless me,
Unless I do what he wants.

Like a bad father,
How I deceive the pagans,
And facade of power to the higher rich ones,
Like the salvation of a cat and the hope or lie of any bone with meat, searcher of means.

Despicable like every day you grow a little more,
They try to take you a few steps further than they tried before,
For the bad, everyone attacks exponentially like the whore they are,
But for the better, no one is able to release tracks, be who they're, be better.

I thought that you would be the only one capable of understanding what is inside me and helping me improve to give you my best part and your perfect self.

But I think you just wanted to break yourself and disappear, so I'll take perfection with me by finding it and showing it to those who deserve it.

It is a sin to be so ignorant,
Sin is giving a chance to people who throw themselves at everything like a drunk in the street,
And not give it to those who should seek those opportunities to create something better, vent me please,
Tear off your left feet.
Kill yourself.

You are as ignorant as pedophiles with the ages.

[...]

(I Wanted to break my legs,
Do not go to Neverland again,
Never-lands it's where you will only find pigs,
Ugly lands in blue pain rain remaining.

Do not visit that place,
You won't-not regret it,
Your brain will rest in peace in there,
We are burnin' our souls again, so let them be.

Do not burn your split ends,
I will do it for the fourth time,
Don't want to still with those bounds,
Just wanna make the fame end the places where it had been.

I guess you rather be with a star than the moon,
I guess I always overestimate you,
I guess we will die soon,
We will late night see you.

Chappy right, sad night, mad night, chappy lights.)