I was a shank away from,
Fresh air, from body ouder..
A manifesting power struggle
Of walls that hold a thousand
Fingerprints of crimes or an
Animosity of guilty by..
Race,
Poorpularity..
Cos the rich get lifted,
but the poorly housed, educated,
that can't rise above the garbage
of society pulling them downward.
Get send down the river only the
valueless float down the crimes
of other liers.
Pants on the floor as your
A ***** for the alphas desires..
Your not the Daddy to there desires.
Just waste paper flushed, as you
Cry in a corner of a
tooth brush shank.
Your wounds of innocence feel
Like chlorine over the values
Of breath.
You were a good prisoner,
But good is now a mask
of opportunity.
And the revenge of hate,
Is positivity.
Hate is a chemical, but pleasure
Shows a mask unedited.
Like you enjoyed the anaphylactic
Shock from the nuts shoved in your
Mouth, jugular choking on tears
Of dehumanization.
But where is wally, standing talker
Than thou..
When one is pushed to hide and seek.
There are places that hold secrets.
And then there are those moments.
Blood like a shower flushing over
Over compensation.
Would of only taken a singular ******
But where would the gratitude be
I'm bleeding, so I over compensate.
Eyes, ***** ears..
Jesus screaming like it was his first time
Getting a *****
But now he's having them in every..
Hole, not so fun now is it,,
Bleed deep, bleed out, as I smile..
I'm the daddy in confinement..
But I'm the lord of this land.
And your just ash.. as trash gets
Burnt, no burial.. just ash in the
Wind that no one remembers.
Except those wholly. Scared to look
This way, looking away.
As I'm not the Daddy I'm the wife.
And I wear the pants in this house..
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
I was a shank away from,
Fresh air, from body ouder..
A manifesting power struggle
Of walls that hold a thousand
Fingerprints of crimes or an
Animosity of guilty by..
Race,
Poorpularity..
Cos the rich get lifted,
but the poorly housed, educated,
that can't rise above the garbage
of society pulling them downward.
Get send down the river only the
valueless float down the crimes
of other liers.
Pants on the floor as your
A ***** for the alphas desires..
Your not the Daddy to there desires.
Just waste paper flushed, as you
Cry in a corner of a
tooth brush shank.
Your wounds of innocence feel
Like chlorine over the values
Of breath.
You were a good prisoner,
But good is now a mask
of opportunity.
And the revenge of hate,
Is positivity.
Hate is a chemical, but pleasure
Shows a mask unedited.
Like you enjoyed the anaphylactic
Shock from the nuts shoved in your
Mouth, jugular choking on tears
Of dehumanization.
But where is wally, standing talker
Than thou..
When one is pushed to hide and seek.
There are places that hold secrets.
And then there are those moments.
Blood like a shower flushing over
Over compensation.
Would of only taken a singular ******
But where would the gratitude be
I'm bleeding, so I over compensate.
Eyes, ***** ears..
Jesus screaming like it was his first time
Getting a *****
But now he's having them in every..
Hole, not so fun now is it,,
Bleed deep, bleed out, as I smile..
I'm the daddy in confinement..
But I'm the lord of this land.
And your just ash.. as trash gets
Burnt, no burial.. just ash in the
Wind that no one remembers.
Except those wholly. Scared to look
This way, looking away.
As I'm not the Daddy I'm the wife.
And I wear the pants in this house..
