Thursday, March 22, 2007

Go up to the artic circle where fire dies,
Stripes of penguins of every type slides.
Come to sunny Singapore where snow is foam,
A big penguin sitting on chasity,
Striking out libertines and worshipping virginity,
Offspring of honest purity.
Her black heart painted white,
Colder than any ice queen.
Fabled through halls as the ugliest seen.
She shrills like pugatory, screams at the mist,
Eats her own shit and drinks her own piss.
Bitching about her god, screaming out his name.
Playing through her job like it's a fucking game.
In her presence we hold up the finger,
For those nightmares she gave us will forever linger.
A scar in my mind, her blood-dripping soul,
As the worst of our time, we give her the gold.

KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 8:49 AM

{M.E. + T.}