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C.U.N.T.S (Contaminated, Underhanded Nazi Tedious Scum Inc.)
There are liars, fuckin liars and cuntish liars
They lie like fuck to fuel all those fires
They have no balls they have no dick
They hide the fact they're really just fuckin sick
They smile and pout they rarely shout
In case we discover what they're really about
They all are sad bastards and total fuck ups
Surrounded by blow job sycophantic suck ups
They don't get the reputation that they earn
They're to fuckin stupid to ever learn
Once you're a cunt, you're forever a cunt
You're a sick asshole, always on the hunt
You find victims with ease ones you can tease
You say what you like you do as you please
You're just like a dick performing on crack
It's morals and scruples you purposely lack
Devolving up secrets, fake stories to tell
If there's a heaven to got to you're going straight to hell
It gives me a measure, a measure of pleasure
To watch you be tortured and break under pressure
To ensure that you feel as your victim all feel
Breaking you your spirit, forcing your kneel
There's no death for you, your pain never ends
Everyone hates you now no one defends
Now people are hoping and praying you die
Your suicide in the bunker is hopefully nigh
Inspired by 'my struggle' a modern jazz interpretation of Mein Kampf
They lie like fuck to fuel all those fires
They have no balls they have no dick
They hide the fact they're really just fuckin sick
They smile and pout they rarely shout
In case we discover what they're really about
They all are sad bastards and total fuck ups
Surrounded by blow job sycophantic suck ups
They don't get the reputation that they earn
They're to fuckin stupid to ever learn
Once you're a cunt, you're forever a cunt
You're a sick asshole, always on the hunt
You find victims with ease ones you can tease
You say what you like you do as you please
You're just like a dick performing on crack
It's morals and scruples you purposely lack
Devolving up secrets, fake stories to tell
If there's a heaven to got to you're going straight to hell
It gives me a measure, a measure of pleasure
To watch you be tortured and break under pressure
To ensure that you feel as your victim all feel
Breaking you your spirit, forcing your kneel
There's no death for you, your pain never ends
Everyone hates you now no one defends
Now people are hoping and praying you die
Your suicide in the bunker is hopefully nigh
Inspired by 'my struggle' a modern jazz interpretation of Mein Kampf
Published 27th Sep 2018
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Inspired by 'my struggle' a modern jazz interpretation of Mein Kampf
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Anonymous
27th Sep 2018 3:43pm
I've not read Mein Kampf but after reading this inspired piece, I can imagine. I've always just figured if I stay true to myself and let others act their own drama out, I can walk with my head high knowing I didn't engage. Humans can be so inhumane, so casually. It's truly disheartening. But in the end, the smoke always fades and the mirrors show the truth. Strong piece, my friend
18th Oct 2018 2:21am
29th Jun 2019 3:18am
Reading Hitler's diatribe was required for my degree. At the time I asked myself 'why' we had to read this madman's rant. Later, someone gave me a copy of one of Rush Limbaugh's books. I couldn't believe the similarities. I realized then that evil never dies, it just keeps reincarnating into different forms.
Another great write
From that Damn limey
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How I hate David Mcleod!😠
Another great write
From that Damn limey
I don't like
How I hate David Mcleod!😠
29th Jun 2019 3:25am
if it makes you feel any better I hate you too LMFAO
I too got Hitler's diatribe to read at school had to write a report on it, I wish I'd kept it.
as for Rush Limbaugh, this poem is all about him, only the names change hate is always with us
I too got Hitler's diatribe to read at school had to write a report on it, I wish I'd kept it.
as for Rush Limbaugh, this poem is all about him, only the names change hate is always with us
