1997 (some more bad language, butthurts stay away)
By: Anyssa Q. E
Oh the happy day,
The 'morning star' spawed,
'Mommy's sweet love, you'll never leave my arms'
Welcome to Hell, Welcome Home!
Welcome to this fucking pit in which you'll bend and moan.
They'll eat you out there, it's a fucking carnival!
A fucking sideshow of carnage and you're the one vulnerable!
Welcome to Torture! This glorious sphere!
And you're the new bullshit in which I will send out with cheer!
with my branding iron rod on your fucking backside,
Oh shit! Holy fuck, Enjoy this hellride!
1997. More like the year of fucking shit.
The shit in which I was molded, the shit in which I will spit,
back onto this planet with the joining of backs.
That is if I make it that far,
Without fucking snapping and ripping humans apart-
With my bare fucking fists
and your esophagus as a start.
Nineteen Ninety fucking Seven.
You fucking shitty human,
You ended up in hell,
When you could've stayed in heaven.