The Secretion

Killing in vain of those who cause this paranoia.
Dying at the point of the surenge.
Fucking the hole of transmitted diseases.
Another fix held for another hour.
Until the brain becomes a candy, so fucking sour.
The feeling so full of power.
No more is left, fucking coward.
At the decent of the creation.
At the end of life, the secretion.
In the presence of neglect.
Only the powder reflects.
It forms this fucking reject.
Born into this shit.
Bathing in maggot filth.
Deny the little child.
Punishment prevails.
Rotten flesh hidden under a beautiful veil.
Fornication begins the creation.
At the first sight of life, the secretion.