Upstairs is a man with no shape,
pretending he can mold me into clay.
The Chaos brings on the storms,
And the earthlings become my worms.

My soul was blunted and *****
by trolls trying to end my days.
Never abused a child and this I'm sworn
They can't **** me with the next dawn.

Unlike their minds, not in the gutter,
or ripping wings of birds wish to flutter
I may adore and sponsor child poets,
Ask them all but you already know it,
The webmaster said I was innocent.

I'm of holy purity of your crimes,
like a shiny find of a dime,
and the love of a sweet dame,
You don't exist but her name.
She's 27 and the love of my life,
**** with me and see her strife.

Next time, I will destroy you.
And she will destroy you.