**** you, andrew

i would like to break you

i would like to press upon your throat

untill my knuckles come undone

i would like drag my nails over your face

and destroy what you are in love with

i would like to kick you in the mouth

and make ****** your arrognant smile

i would like to spit in your face

and laugh as you drown in helpless fury

i would like to destroy your holy body

so you can no longer be admired for it

i would like to run you over

when you parade in your gay little shorts

i would like to drown your face

in a bucket of your own *****

i would like to humiliate you

and show everyone who you really are

i would like to tell your boss

how you steal his money

i would like to make you poor

and see you begging at the street corner

i would like to punch you in the gut,

and tell you to go **** yourself

you are nothing

you are a fake

you are impotent

you are a narcissist

you are too stupid to see it

the only way you will ever be happy

is if your mirror had a ******

but no matter what ill i wish you

kharma will **** you in the ***

and i will deem my lessons well learned

while you adore yourself

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