It Pays well when you Muffle the Victim
a Sister. You ride High on the Palette
of Swallowing Marrow and Souring Souls,
Defeating Ideas two Seasons Per
Year until the Ripest are Ripened. Pure
Supremacy can Succeed! Yes, it Can!
It can Remain as Such into Eternity
as long as we Spread the Pesticide
of ANthropollywog Specialty: Dumb
Cunt Lies! She's a Whore! She Came Begging me
to apply a Special Procedure Fast
Strike her DOwn, Surround with Bros and Sisses,
Many so Strive while Others Indifferent
observe their Minds are Blinded by Ritual.
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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