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The Minute You Complain
Brace yourself Captain, we have another storm of self-pity approaching!
Quick! Batten down the hatches with a little optimism, we will weather this storm!
The minute you complain, your dead you’re fucked you scumy fuck
Weak ass piece of shit I’ve come to manifest your soul
I’ll take it, grow it, twist it, until the pain subsides
Then inside your eyes I’ll dwell, sucking away your soul
The minute you complain I win
Don’t be weak you pussy
The endless laugh is that which laughs at nothing but itself
The storm has passed, it wasn’t even that bad
Well, apart from the writing!
Onwards!
Quick! Batten down the hatches with a little optimism, we will weather this storm!
The minute you complain, your dead you’re fucked you scumy fuck
Weak ass piece of shit I’ve come to manifest your soul
I’ll take it, grow it, twist it, until the pain subsides
Then inside your eyes I’ll dwell, sucking away your soul
The minute you complain I win
Don’t be weak you pussy
The endless laugh is that which laughs at nothing but itself
The storm has passed, it wasn’t even that bad
Well, apart from the writing!
Onwards!
Published 17th Jun 2024
Author's Note
Taken from Sire Silinghamn's Emancipated Chrono-Cosmological Vicarious Tome of Versifications.
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