I’m a POS
I’m a POS
I have killed I have hurt
I have felt the flames
Awaiting for me
When I die
There’s no way in saving me
For evil inside me survived
I walk the streets and people stare
They can feel the evil from me
As they point and stare
Hide every one and lock your doors
I hurt everyone that I see
I can take away your laughter and joy
I am scum I am evil
I have pushed people away
I have hurt people I love
I’m a POS
I have killed I have betrayed
The ones I love
No one wants to be near me
When I die the people will rejoice
That POS is gone burning in hell
He made that choice
I’m a POS
Only time will tell
When I will be sent to the depths of hell
I will pay for all my sins
Burning in hell
Suffering never ends
I deserve what awaits me
In the flames of Hell
Copyright © david sanderfer | Year Posted 2025
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