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 legs
Disgust, regret
The taste, is fake
Your feed, I break