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poke poke,
at the back of ur throte,
thats the sound of a choke,
he spoke,
a word,
but was not heard,
he just died,
i cried,
the harder things got,
every time he got cought,
to go away,
seems like everyday,
which made me mad,
he was my dad,
all i thought was,
why did he die,
left me alone,
sittin up there to cry
i woke up,
on the floor,
couldnt breath,
couldnt leave,
as if i was held hostage,
were was i,
i dont know,
am i in the place were the pretty flowers grow,
where no 1 gives a f**k
am i there,
with my dad,
i guess that crazy b***h killed us,
so we wont see her here,
shell be in hell
where shell burn to death,
her life,
with a knive,
killing every guy,
she was ever with,
i dont know why,
she always lied,
about her life,
now that b***h will die,
i can back to life,
picked up her knive,
stab stab,
now shes dead