| Utter unto me more decadent words of wishful thinking. How your ignorance grows, daily, nay, by the second it extends to the Heavens above! For you, I have this, well kept, protected hatred, its all for you. Miss ridiculing slut of denial and hype. And for your lover, Mr., Minion, following a scented trail with the stench of putrid cunt. I say. "Lest ye be man enough to go out on your own, don't come to me acting as if you are a wolf alone. For you run no pack, you follow behind a green trench of disease, a plague infested twat that be twitch the stomach itself, and cause the most iron gutted to hurl." Yes, I know you do this because she gives you the orders to do so, you half of a man, nay! you fucking shell of a man! A weakened, broken bitch, sucking up to something beholding nothing more than harsh words and a rotted ditch. May you both be gone, get lost in a pitch! Far from my sight I want you to be, so I do not have to smell the skank that hates everything I believe. You and your man/dog may go out in search of more preverbal shit to swallow, like flea's are to a rat, so are your lies from a mouth. A dozen ignorant blurted things doth flow, in chunks of trash, self degrading garbage. As they scurry away, in such haste, I sigh a sign of relief, thank my Belief. In a God so willing to aid me in a moment of sickness, when by a worthless whore and her miniscule trailing minion I was surrounded, But cast out and down was she and he that dare attempt to bring down the Warrior of words! Loathed by the Heaven's! and Loathed even by the Hells! No matter where you go, they all have the same thing of her to Tell. And involving loathing it does. |
