Poor Juliet
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Why William did you betray me
To kill my Romeo
And slay me
Why was it your way
to give us our days
A number or two
Way to much we went through
You sliced through Tybalt
And on my wounds
You poured salt
To banish my king
My lord of whom I sing
But these lyrics
are made of my screams
and you sent us into
a downward spiral
for next came Paris
whose love went viral
And now I lay
in this monument
And I must say
William you are
hell bound and sent
Wretched and bent
To toy with my life
Me, oh poor Juliet
You cut through me
with a knife
But the pain
Lay deeper than the blade had shown
Your pen and paper
Through me was sown
To kill my Romeo
And slay me
Why was it your way
to give us our days
A number or two
Way to much we went through
You sliced through Tybalt
And on my wounds
You poured salt
To banish my king
My lord of whom I sing
But these lyrics
are made of my screams
and you sent us into
a downward spiral
for next came Paris
whose love went viral
And now I lay
in this monument
And I must say
William you are
hell bound and sent
Wretched and bent
To toy with my life
Me, oh poor Juliet
You cut through me
with a knife
But the pain
Lay deeper than the blade had shown
Your pen and paper
Through me was sown