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Corrupted (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

I once was innocent Before I met you Before you seduced me Before the chains and whips With your politics, Your sex, your drugs, Your violence, your war   Your hatred for my world You left me corrupted Corrupted with your baggage Corrupted with your dreams Corrupted from your touch,  devil

Game Recognized (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Your gun is pointed to my face I would sweat, but I saw it coming I got five guns pointed right back at you You backstabbing bastard I’m sick of your deception Your poisonous love Your cancerous ideas Your hatred disguised as friendship Only helping to me bury myself What kind of leech does that? Oh wait You are a bloodsucker A dirty motherfucker So. Bang. Bang. Bitch. Take all those motherfucking bullets Your game is recognized

Can't Tell You Nothing (Louis Toliver Jr.-Swartz, LA)

Emancipation is life's big hoax We have language syndrome  Art not imitating real folks  Terrorists live in our home  Splitting like Norman Bates  Father is tearing me apart  He says, "I will steal all fates." Manipulation is very smart  "Unified traitors have won!" The Statue of Liberty shouted The moon has a gossip gun Earth's gay lover is outed 

No Poetry Next April

Backstabbers (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Ugh, don’t you just hate it? You’re looking for a place to sit The plastic, mean girls are looking Watching what kinda style you’re cooking Those shady mean boys, I mean girls Whispering about you clutching their pearls They invite you over; you sit down getting a hug You think they are your friends all snug Then, wait a second, your back feels weird All of your trust issues are smeared You touch your back, now a wound Blood is dripping, now you’re doomed Those bloody backstabbers Those greedy moneygrabbers Now get revenge, kiss them on the cheek You’re wounds will heal but their lives will be bleak

Crazy in Love (Louis Toliver Jr.-Monroe, LA)

You don't love me anymore All your lies I've picked apart  Can't leave me for any whore  Blood pouring from my heart Like Kathy Bates in Misery Let the goddamn pain flow  He doesn't know our history  I'm sorry but I can't let you go  Got you handcuffed, my theft  Your screams to leave are hazy  I won't be left, I can't be left  I'm crazy in love, I'm crazy  No one will ever, ever find us  No one will come between us 

The Fall of Satan (Hate) (R.E.)-(Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Finally! I had Satan right where I wanted him He thought he knew darkness I drove my car so far into hell We drove past places, I knew, He had never been I was taking him to the hell Inside of Hell His hell I opened the trunk There he was tied up Duct tape over his mouth Mumbling like a little bitch “Hello! Friend!” I said with a smirk “Not so fun being a victim, is it?” I grabbed him By his hair, dragging, His ass onto the hot ground I removed the duct tape “Let me go, you fool!” The devil’s breath reeked Bullshit stew, I reckoned “You’ll never get out of here! You’re one of us,” he spit acid It missed me, I expected it I punched him the face “Oh yes, I will,” I laughed “I've got the key,” I waved it in his face It glistened, ivory, divine We were at a large fire pit A ring of fire, black center “Let me go!” the devil screamed He knew it was his end He no longer had power Over me “My army wil