The shit in his say so says so
The lies in his I will be nothing to become everything
THIS is my day of mal content
The cock left flaccid in personal hate
You are a dick less nothing
It lays weak
A slug in this familial bed of lies
And your heart is closed to truth and hateful love
My cunt is open to your demise
And I drink in need and want and
fake love
I drink it to make you sick
And the cord that binds these tits in salutation
To what you could have but were too weak to ask
