stop lying or else


if you keep misrepresenting your truth to me

you will create a badder habit of denying my truth-

this is a bad area.

I know my truth, why do you pretend it doesn’t exist, it

doesn’t matter, only thing matters are the lies you spread?

words fail.

then what?

you make me become my truth.

get the point across.

I say, fuck with me and you will pay.

you say, who’s ascared of needful weeping harlot willow?

now what?

walk through life with my hands balled into fists.

even when supposed to be love-making, very desirable in every sense of the word, thanks, cunts.


I hate women.















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