Be dead.
YOU
Be gone, be dead.
Be yourself, be red.
Red, like blood.
Blood like death.
Sneeze your will to life.
Be stabbed with a big sharp knife.
Keep on telling lies.
It will be too late to realize.
Paths only two before your very eyes.
Both of them leading to death, choose wise!
You don't deserve to live, neither do I.
But I decide, so don't ask why!
Any last words, my dear, I hope so.
I want to keep them a secret, so, bye Joe.
Be gone, be dead.
Be yourself, be red.
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So much anger in just 1 line