I’ve quelled my temper far too long,
The feel of your face against my fist isn’t wrong,
Came out on the other side feeling strong.
Blind fury, I attack my prey,
His penis, I begin to flay,
His manhood I will splay,
his mind I will play and already he begins to pray.....
Satisfying my rage,
like a wine that mellows with age,
Psychically , i stage
A way to lock his power forever in a cage.
Bind his essence and trap his soul,
This evil one to me is a wicked troll,
His heart rests in my altar bowl and fire destroys his aura whole.