War From Womb
Damn Dike
That Bitch
That Dike
Swing PICKS like DEATH
But I AM not her type
Like End of Light
Like DEAD of Night
That fucking tight
Bring WAR from womb
That BLOOD clut dike
Like rise of life
Like si knife fight
Hate rape hit hard
Like me no like
Bitch birth e pipe
Man child from strife
Holy Book wife
Damn dike
Like flames from eyes
Like burn from nines
Like prayer for time
Like read between the lines
Like roar of LIONS’
Like no more HOPE
Heartless Peace of ice
Like vapors rise
Black Sun Christ Like
Like love not lies
Like reign from skies
Your ass is mine
That dike
Damn Dike
That Bitch
That Dike
Swing PICKS like DEATH
But I AM not her type
Like End of Light
Like DEAD of Night
That fucking tight
Bring WAR from womb
That BLOOD clut dike
Like rise of life
Like si knife fight
Hate rape hit hard
Like me no like
Bitch birth e pipe
Man child from strife
Holy Book wife
Damn dike
Tags: poetry, Religion, War From Womb
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