Shadowy Stench
So, you blew your misery up.
Slaughtered a bouquet of innocents.
Because you were losing at life.
Couldn't hack it in the real world.
Allergic to peace and understanding.
Broke out in hives when you slithered into the light.
You're a shadowy stench of a "man".
Thought you were going to heaven?
To be with a flock of virgins.
I don't claim to be a saint and know everything.
But I know you're in the wrong game.
I don't think heaven goes down that way.
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