Curse his eyes The demon witch! Halo of flies Some wounds won't stitch The lies he'd teach If only heaven would breach A Cursed mouth That Harbors on the weak He is the demon witch Not one to travel But on the road he lives The lies he can ravel And turn your day to shit He can troll your guts out With acts impure He can turn you to a toad Or a pile of manure Curse the demon witch! A thousand insults Are better than wit Preacher of hate And he laughs at it The bride of this witch Is a terrible bitch She waits and lingers For his terrible fingers And dwells in pain Ritual dances for rain She has her faults Counts of aggravated assault They hate together Through endless weather A bond that was shaped On their first murderous rape They laugh at time Which defeats the best They've made no friends Due to constant detest His eye will itch He says fuck da bitch Visits his best friend Mi...
A collection by Patrick Smith