bitter semen, rotten and putrid to hand down all imperfections cloned and shat upon rancid vomit upon the canvas all the makings for a needed abortion the time to sever the head is long overdue to fell the family tree to still your filth encrusted tongue with axe in hand and blade in head this shall be your undoing be still your poisoned tongue bite and swallow spew forth wretched disease and drown in your blood contrived by those depraved contracted and spread by fools cure yourself, for soon it will be you the sheep among the wolves
