The End Is Near



The End Is Near,
That I Can’t Express,
My Final Curse Son.

Poet Hunters Know,
I Slid It My Way, And Now,
The Only Way A Poet,

Knows Is The Inspiration,
Highway. So Nice Try,
Censor Shite! Bye Bye.

*Note* This Is A Fictional Poem And Nothing To Do With This Shite Site Censoring All
It’s Poets Creativity! Lol And I Am Not A Liar! Inspired By The Sex Pistols And Sid!


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