always hiding
stone cold fucka never dying
“what u gonna do ? man ya sad”
“what u gonna do ? man ya sad”

pathetic, loosen up u fucka 
never go ur too naive
“prophetic message”, she won’t text ya
need a sign for me to leave
alone, this road that i walk alone 
is terrifying, fuckin terrifying 

and everytime
she will ask will u be mine 
i tell her maybe, possibly, but in my head i know it’s lies
can’t leave me on my own, i’m oh so scared to be by my lonesome, oh so loathsome, sent, sometimes opened never get a reply

my fuckin stanzas oh so fucked
fuck this shit i’m out of luck
yes i curse a fuckin lot
i’m no better than a mutt
Christian in my fuckin heart
but i’m battling my flesh
if i see her i will dart
i think i just need some rest

but i’ve rest too much
i am lost without her touch
i fell in love with a slut
i cannot stay in a rut
she fuckin needed me
took her away, offended me
cause i needed her too 
i couldn’t see the “firsts”
this fuckin hurts

i’ll kill my fuckin self i slit upon my wrist, and bleed i’m
oh so frail
eyes are covered, can’t discover what i need, i need some brail
lost in abyss infatuation with the human hell
a pussy mother fucker done had killed me, now i’m in my cell

rudolph’s poem pt. 2 (outro)

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