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Self proclaimed virgins birthing the unclean

Sinful deeds remain to be unseen.

It's been 29 years since I could finally speak aloud

(of) a novel I am writing called "Whores I give a fuck about"

Still on the title page,

Partake in the splendor through both pant legs.

I followed the nail marks to your mothers room

Discovered the pictures that explained your vile conception.

Proving the falsities behind your birth,

and blackmailed the earth.

Go! Human ornaments distastefully arranged.

The bulk of humanity successfully estranged.

Family values rotted from the start.

Reading lies in fathers eyes, the jar on the shelf.

What they command with just a flick of light,

and open the skin that sprays across the night.

The bastards working with ease the politics of lust, discharging the rust.

Partake in the splendor through both pant legs, and take offense as it's offered.

Though I never mentioned gender is something weighing on your conscience?