DARE NOT FIND ME
I know we’ve always been Young, Wild and Free.
We; the inseparable trio.
But all the warnings we refused to heed,
Have all proven to be true here;
Including the lake of fire and sulphur.
Dear Young, forget being Wild and free,
And abstain from digging holes with your pole.
Forget the molds on a girls chest,
And run from the pleasure she keeps beneath.
These Delilahs will cut your dread,
Dread them as much as you did those fake friends.
Read your bible and go to church,
Warn my brothers not to ever miss mosques.
You do have chance; it’s too late for me.
If you make hell, I’ll kill you here.