Pinky lace and Pixie dust

By Filip Van Lysebeth

The sin, of hate
Forgiven, by fake
The curse, of tears
Protects, your fears

Shiver, and shake
To your, stress brake
The seed, you create
Sews hate, allows rape

All that it takes
Is the hand that brakes
Selfish lust
Is pinky lace
And pixie dust

Flame with, your leggs
Disgust, regret
The taste, is fake
Your feed, I break