WRATH


You can't see the picture when your in the frame,
A player only loves you when playing the game.

What you believe to be love is cleverly disguised as lust,
You don't get it Why the big Fuss?

You are a true creature who is created below,
It would be easier to just let it show.

I would of treated to double-headed-dildos and toys galore,
Wild Erotic Sex the kind you acquire a taste for.

You present this innocence things are seldom as there seem,
You destroyed my world and sent nightmares into my dreams.

You should pray that the old proverb you get back what you put out,
I know I believe in Karmic Reckoning without a doubt.

Look behind you and see the damage and destruction in your path,
I sure as hell would not want to be you come time to feel the wrath.


TURBO 2021

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