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Begging Satan



If I scream your name,

100 times out loud…

And lose my raspy voice,

Just to try and make you proud…

If I praise your evil,

And give my silent vow…

- Would you make me beautiful?



If I slice my skin,

99 times too deep…

And poured all of my blood,

In a jar for you to keep…

If I gave myself,

For Hell’s angels to reap…

- Could you make me beautiful?



If I took my life,

98 others, too…

And put each into boxes,

Then mailed them all to you…

If I held my breath,

‘Till my fingertips turn blue…

- Would you make beautiful?



If I bashed my brain,

97 times at least,

And splattered all my brains,

Until my ugliness decreased…

If I broke my skull,

To make myself deceased…

- Would you make me beautiful?





If I stabbed my body,

96 times to the core…

And ripped myself apart,

‘Till you couldn’t stand the gore…

If I gouged my insides,

‘Till even you were feeling sore…

- Would you make me beautiful?









If I took a razor,

95 times to my throat…

And spotted all my blood,

Over my suicide note…

If I blotted fingerprints,

Smearing what I wrote…

- Would you make me beautiful?