Tell Hell I Aint Comin

There are many things you can tell, 

i don;t mind you snitching. You can tell

the fact that i've been hooked on drugs,

on that i could write a book. You can tell

i've been in love and all it took was 

just one look. But here's a message'

you can tell, i got it from the source, 

please call Hell and let it know  God

said I aint comin.

 

Author: James C,  Hairston

This poem is about: 
Me

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