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Step on me because it portends

something worse for you.

Poison me and

drink your blood of irony.

Feign dementia with cynicism,

your grave.

The verdict of hateful kindness

with harm that you induce

in others is no more talk

that betrays your pride.

The imposter that postulates

in your hallucination,

Live to give greater

eloquence to lies.

Name yourself and dress yourself

in fraudulent essences,

It attracts sorrow and misfortune,

Brainless you will remain, chaotic pimp.

None of your followers will survive,

Come and show yourself deceitful,

in your cult of idiots

Killer of your freedom of expression.

Castitatis x7

Pass over me it can be

a bad omen for you

Poison me and

drink your blood

of irony.

Feign dementia

with cynicism,

your grave.

It's my primitive instinct to turn you traitor.

Loosen your falsehoods and burn with your God.