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
