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POISONED APPLES ARE NOT SWEET
Poisoned apples are not sweet
Neither pistols when they kill
So, do not but try to kill
Self when you should rather live.
I heard women, they said would soon
Begin to walk naked on streets
Wearing trousers and nude clothes
For men to finance with eyes.
Yes, the market is called DEAD
And all who buy cannot escape
The fee that comes with it as well
The life to soak, the blood to give.
Man who offers million mints
To sleep with harlots may but feel
But never thinks when but dead cold
Sacrifice their health for disease.
To price your times upon the bill,
The amusement or what you think
Is worth but more than everything
Worth the life you cheaply lose.
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POISONED APPLES ARE NOT SWEET
POISONED APPLES ARE NOT SWEET
