Pablo Escobar's Secret Stash: Revisited - Underminded

fuck the truth, and if our hearts

poured out every last word

he will die in the name

of all that we have carved their

wrists;

witness the fake.

so relieved by all the scars

severed sighs of fucking me

i’ll kill you before the breath

that will murder the foe.

what we have carved in their wrists;

witnes the fake

so believed by all the scars

severed knives, to dull to stab

i’ll fcuk you before the best of me

fucks myself first.

where the fuck is the trust?

we will die.