the devils reject

I’m sitting
Not blinking
Bombarded by questions
I start by not giving suggestions

I’m getting mad
Also sad
Memory loss
Is my ace as thin as dental floss

I cry
I don’t know why he did die
I´m not forgiving

I slit and spit inside his severed scalp
He said he loved me
He lied to me
He hurt me

I just killed him
Ate his intestine
And the cooking was pristine
Take me to devils paradise
Not even the devil will want that surprise

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.


Brad only knew one thing, he didn’t care about the bling,
but, only the shooting and killing. The blood from his victims gave him thirst.
First, for more blood.
Second, it gave him an urge to fecund.
He took to many souls, and with his urge to fecund….YOU can be the son of Brad.
Who was not all that bad, just mad.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.