Sarah, Molly, and I wrote this in english class, for all those who piss us off.
To the dishonorable whom distorted our lives:
Would you, my friends, take the hearts of beating souls, and disport them at your will?
For the spirit is not meant to be, thus treated with such eveil.
Would you, my friends, take your own lips, full of disdain, and turn your back on me?
The movement of the tongue towards those you love should be tamed as caged beasts.
Would you, my friends, be freinds at all, and cherish the connection we once had?
To always use such wickedness can burn the souls of the innocent.
Would you, my friends, take the hearts of beating souls, and disport them at your will?
For the spirit is not meant to be, thus treated with such eveil.
Would you, my friends, take your own lips, full of disdain, and turn your back on me?
The movement of the tongue towards those you love should be tamed as caged beasts.
Would you, my friends, be freinds at all, and cherish the connection we once had?
To always use such wickedness can burn the souls of the innocent.