• I can see you, a monotone conversion,
    A smile without a face,
    Whores of a feather flock together,
    They hunt and kill the impassionate cunts,
    Love is lost and innocence is burned,
    Desensitized to the world around you,
    Swollen red eys, from the tears of the wicked,
    For they can no longer cry for themselves,
    How will we be judged in the courts of divine law?
    I feel the divine are the true victims of this ******** world,
    The means to an end?
    Will we ever really know?
    Truly we are comedic and tragic...