HOE

She doesn’t wanna use the cup we made,

together,

in Japan

so now, I’m fucked.

She’s already gone, and I have no other option than to hulk out,

succmb to rage,

become Baphomet’s hoe, instrument of terror and ruin.

Kill that crying kid, conquer dozens of fertile women and curse them with my offspring

She can’t stand me, I can’t stand the world she’s going to leave me in

and besides, she’s already gone, she’s getting further every time I pick up the pen

Peter was crucified upside-down because he wasn’t Christ

Imagine what they’ll do to me.

Imagine what they’ll say about me when they read this, after I’m gone