As born to water king of her I ****
Standing over the seat she put amiss
Just again to cry about how we is
Not submissive to will of her false kiss
Promising to subvert the way to bliss
With celebrations of agenda cis
To glory in no God but a *****
She envies with a virile look to dis-
The day is mine, not yours or hers or his
To blow the smoke of us, so **** on this.