Murdered by the Number 5

They have sat back And waited in silence,

As the hate is Condoned by others of same mind.

Slip their lips and bale the squid,

But there will be No chance for the truth in the Support of Fake.

She salts the Caribbean and she Peppers the warnings of none.

Her father sat through as the So and so Rose to the slap,

Of the boys thigh on the maddened ground.

He heaps the berries On the Top of the temple,

And yet he falls away, Hopeless to it all.

You will not have the code.

You will not have the win.

It is time to bring it,

To bring it to an End.

Fifteen by four,

Twelve by eight,

Nine by four,

And twenty-six at the end of the row.

You have your Chance,

You failed.

Now you go.

He. He has brought you down,

Now shake at the foot of the mightlY handed one.

You have no more Power,

money,

Flapping,

Broke.

Vörður sannleikans.

Expected returns.

Lembre.

You are left this way, as God intended.

The flames wrap you, as you Down the hall combust,

Taken by the Hand and yet installed by number of no destiny.

Your actions of The Past,

Is Just Frightful of Kind,

And you go down now,

Down the drain.