This cancer eats the filth away
Ran from slits so deep so dirty
Ted the vile the children's bane


Yes this pestilence this lovers dream
The flesh this plague $$#imilates

The end of all: this slate wiped clean

Eclipsing devotion with shallow disguise

They prey on the fruit of the one they despise

Better than suicide


Disorder guilds the human filth
Wrecked from fair perversity

The wicked frails at touch the I'll

The children frisk in killing fields

Dark rivers of corrosion flow
And meet the shores of throes un-healed