Chris Poem by Chey Lyon
Chris
Chris, I look into your eyes
I see all hell, I see my demise
I bow down and pray of you,
What were you sent to do?
You are so lovely, so worthy
Your eyes, they take a hold of me
Those eyes! Oh, those eyes!
They are for your evil a disguise
Chris, Oh Chris, Why are you here?
Behind those eyes all evil peers
Please, Oh please, forgive my soul
Those eyes of yours are all too cruel.
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