A b*****d born to people of despair and heart,
Fellows glide to stare and smoke stewing filth,
Woman titter and gossip at this lonely creature,
How fitting that all are the same under every spilth.
Take sides now teams as answers beg to be explored,
Very agile those robes when leaving toilets ajar,
For they are here now my princes and ignore him so,
You shall pay in blood and pus mark my words from afar.
Serpents hurry along to smell of vomit curdling in sun,
Which house to send it, either work or the holy grave,
It should bears no sword to slash away at the idiots,
Be brave now little one as your grounds we will pave.
Prayers heard by four walls and no other swell,
Whimpers of the paid ladies echo in discussed insult,
Fever grips the minds of youth now knowing the outcome,
Funny times we live in the whole world one big cult!