we accuse others all the time and you are but a rat in a cage you stole this, i stole that and the accusation comes in a rage the power-mad dictator accused of genocide has commited in your eyes a crime of suicide accusation of lust, you cheated-no, you did! leaves me doubled over in shouts of laughter and barking sobs, that fall from my eyes deep into the cobs i made my bed to lie in it, yet i lie here with you i sold away my innocense, for shame i feel no more don't call me, not quite, a whore accused of spreading lies and sin a smile spreads across my lips as i call the win you all are getting an engraved invitation to the house of horrors,the house of accusation. so take the fucking vacationBirth sign: Aries
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