NARCISSIST
NARCISSIST
THE RAPIST OF THE SOUL
I PUT HIS NAME IN THE BLACK BOOK,
WITH THE BLACK INK.
THAT BLACK DAY WHEN I INTERACT,
THAT BLACK SOUL GOT SO ATTRACT.
HE BLACK & BLUE MY SOUL,
THAT BLACK FACE WAS SO COLD.
I BLACK SHEEP TRIED BLACK AND WHITE,
THOU BLACK OUT ME BETWEEN WRONG OR RIGHT.
THOU DEVIL SHOWED ME HIS REAL COLOUR,
HE PROVED ME THAT HE IS MOTHER FUC*ER.
SWINE AND SWAN CANNOT BE FRIEND,
ONE WHO ENJOYS CANNOT LIKE SACROSCENT.
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