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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

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