Saturday, September 18, 2010

The Events of a flushed Bride

Arrogance, the work of god's broken condom
The Universe, The Earth
Speckles of mankind's mistakes

Laugh at love, Keep it for granted
Toy with beauty
Know she will always be around
No matter what chaos you incline

Illegitimate bastard thoughts
As oxymoronic as virgin birth
Flinging fecial hope
So she can drown in your filth

Ah, Secritive as catholic priests
Doing such vile things
Ruling over a temple of desire
Giving it all your worst

Oh, But she loves you
She wears a shirt with your stains
King of her world you are
The one driving her insane

Your the universe, Your the earth
Mentally diseased into false temptation
The Bi Polarized Narcissist in control
In the thoughts of a blatant confusion

Natures course ignored
Dire leading the blind
Corrodes in false hope
Yet, Soon it will be him who will be dying

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