pissed incel

 theres a picasso women screaming

streetlights out

theres a riot in the south

its virtuolic 

as the nazi flag

and moral 

the power goes out

theres a nethermouth

and it wont open

for no one

theres intolerant roaches in sinks

tangling my airpipes when im breathing 

yet all i breathes lead

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theres a imaginary dog that sticks its head up

when i take a shit and im going crazy

cause my wife wont acknowledge it

in my sight

theres a mangle meatman party

of buck young lads

god the sound

of a butchers knife

impaling the street roaches 

and several rugby coaches 

losing jobs

i try to sleep by blue 

aqua lights

but they fuckin crazy

and noone kills them

and then theres sevral children 

on the way to ibizia 

zoomin by it

and god wont blow them to smithereens

thers a mannequins virolic pussy

and seven seams torn apart

and god this america

miss intolerantr scripture sighting queen

half of revelations is how im feelin

the last half

with the locusts

and miserable agony