Netenyahu is most evil and dirtiest "leader" in the world.
The toilet cleaner
A tough stains remover
A germs killer
An odour refreshener
A smart cleaner
Even the dirtiest place
Will shine again
But never for the curses from our mouths
But never for the devils in our hearts
But never for the guilty stains in our histories
And so urgently to be found
The super cleaner
And so urgently wanted
The super cleaner
it is the third month of the year
a cool and twitchy twenty-eight days
have past (pass) and gone a wrong (array)
twenty-seventeen, this the year of a understanding
of what i can (could) not say
but enterprise is not my fortune
for often others have been and molded
my reality into shapes of unwanted fate
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dirtiest Old Used New Washer
it is the third month of the year
a cool and twitchy twenty-eight days
have past and gone array
twenty-seventeen, this is the year of a understanding
of what i cannot say
but enterprise is not my fortune
for often others have molded
my reality
into shapes of unwanted fate
(fixed? 5-3-2017 wed)
Dirtiest of men in the cosmos
Is not that hater of cleaning fluids
Ring-leader of genocide he is not
Tiger-leader of a nation he is not
Irritating witch in society he is not
Earnestly rich burglar he is not but
Smack traitor of societal virtues
The corrupter of the young is dirtiest
it's
a hunger
that thrives
on
momentary lapses
of reason
a
split second starvation..
sound
stealing
stimulant
I
finally have possession
of you..
So I
sit here and
watch you sleep
while
Satan softly serinades
the air..
So
you can dream
as I scheme
on
how to keep you
another shot of
comfortably numb
sung by the bottle
humming a hostle lullaby..
i'm
out of my mind
Moaning the
sweetest disowning
knowing
you belong in first.
but
for what it's worth
Tonight
you have met
the dirtiest demon
dining
on
"But, there's gotta be a way
i can get her to stay"
let us prey
How does it feel to succumb to the pain I've endured?
Your blood runs thicker than the dirtiest water.
This hate for you cannot be cured.
No one can save you, not even Our God, your true father.
How does it feel to fall onto the same blade you sunk deep in my back?
And now,
here I stand over you.
Twisting that same blade, I give you no slack.
As you confess to things I never knew.
I just want you to fall onto your knees and apologise.
But you don't.
I just want you to say something wise.
But you won't.
So know here we both stand.
Screaming you no longer bother.
Not quite falling to my plan.
Your blood runs thicker than the dirtiest water.
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