Dear, Sadistic Spawn of Satan
Your soul is rotten,
And everybody knows it,
accept you.

The stench of your soul,
Perfumes the whole room with toxin.

Your beautiful body,
Rejects your rotten soul,
By thrusting you into a violent madness,
That scorns and uses and bruises,
The innocent souls around,
Poisoning them with your slimy hatred,
Rotten.

In short
You are a *****