If i was a zombie, and i wanted you dead, id shit down your throat, an bite off your head. Id tear off your legs, and rip out your spine, id make you my meal as of no friend of mine. Satan himself wouldn't want your soul, as i chewed up your bones, and grind your guts in my bowl. Id tear out your soul, an id mail it to hell, marked with blood on a stamp that tastes very well. Id chew out your eyes , like little chocolate candies, id tear off your clothes an remove those panties. Id slide in my cock, until id fill your fucking hole, and id thrust back n forth until u had seen my black hard pole. Id then find your family, an even the braves ,id send em to Satan only to be his god dam slaves. Id bring out my friends to feed on your pets, an like a casino id start placing your bets. So remember rule number 1 and check all the stalls man, u better pick up your feet an run as fast as u can. For when we are done, your god will be dead, the lands will be black and the rivers will run red.
Poet Laureate
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