Signs Shown In The Stench Of A Rotten Soul...

The black ancient looking spider that keeps on digging      
Falsehood on my hook I’m laughing as she keeps on wiggling      
Words of nothingness when you are trying to save face      
I never did like a pretending female who defames anyone’s race      

You may inscribe the phrases, but your trifling bigoted ass is of no worth      
Problems from your conception, and in your family’s eyes, unloved from your birth      
An old idiot with no morals and yoni lacks that honey sweeten taste      
Washed up has been that poise your youthfulness to the image of a man and women's false faces     

Please sit down, your words have no spiritual meaning      
Only those being polite to make your worth seem fair seeming      
One thing about black as you said it does not crack      
It brings good luck, it multiples and with its beautiful melanin hues it will never lack