Intermission
Inter - place (a corpse) in a grave or tomb, typically with funeral rites.
Mission - an important assignment carried out for political, religious, or commercial purposes, typically involving travel.
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There once was a disease ridden worm... Is there even a term that could flatter?
Sorry I had to desert my chapters to handle this personal matter
He's clearly holding on to his dreams, it's not easy being this kid
With therapy most people get over their demons, but he never did
Grew up to be a little prick, in the end he would be drenched in blood
The reason he looked up to me was the reason he could never step above
He confessed his love; I said "It takes heart to fix your blunders son"
"You already got two in the bucket... Sure you want to snip another one?"
He muttered something intelligible, then finally he brazenly spoke
"I LOVE the heart that you've shown, may I cut it off and make it my own?"
I said "Sure bud take it right home... You'll get better with practise"
(I didn't have the heart to inform him that his scissors were plastic)
That'd trigger a snap in his brain, sounds eventually denigrate
But you need to exorcise those demons mate, now let me demonstrate
Hell, even Satan had an opportunity to knock on Heaven's gate
Scissors aimed, he stabbed me in the back then promptly stepped away
I exclaimed "Are you insane!? I guard secrets to avoid all this hell!"
"The secret garden well is where I poignantly dwell!" (That's when he soiled himself)
It seemed slightly disjointed as well, but I chuckled at his repeated cries
He screamed at me, "if I turn a blind eye you'll try to eat me alive!"
"Nah, I want you to SEE your demise"; He shouted vile thoughts and spouted lies
So I let him bust out his tiny scissors and cut me down to size… (Why?)
Sacrificing yourself for your art leaves a little note in its wake
When he tore out the root of the problem there was an envelope in its place
Should've seen the look on his face... It was everything I never got to vent
The letterhead was written in red pen, it said 'Letter to a Friend'...
He ripped it open and read...
http://www.netcees.org/showthread.php?t=143124
Sorry if I went over the line (limit)... He can count bars until the end
But I pulled it off in a different thread, looks like I outsmarted him again
I warned him that everything's connected; Now watch him let out a pathetic cry
I'll laugh and just reply, "Don't sweat it big guy, you'll get 'em next time..."
*wink and the gun*
Buh bye.