Back From The Dead


He's getting out of jail soon.
I feel as if I have nowhere to run to.
Mom says I will be fine,
but I have this fear that can't be defined.
Well, if I can help it,
he will stay inside that cell.
The guards just don't fuckin get it
that he shall rot in hell.
I do not wish to see his face,
for I have seen his bitter ways.
All I can say
is KEEP YOUR DAUGHTERS SAFE.

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