I'd mention how hot you could be
You thought you were, but hell is hotter
No angel or finess is worth an eternity in


Hell with anyone
Not even my mother or father

Tired of the shenanigans
And mockery maids cleaning up
the ignorant to follow from twitter to the lake


I'd rather die 1000times and wake up in
Heaven


Your love isn't worth the sinching eternity not even our last kiss deserves the rekindle of sparks

Unless you want to share in pure bliss along with me.

Native American
Icehawks