Something about her I do not trust,
the feeling of lust over comes me when one speaks her name.
That is all I can think about; that this one silly game,
a game to feed her inner whims or desires.
Coming in and out of the door.
Well, this is something I tire,
I tire of these so-called selfless acts of grace and mercy.
I don\'t need your pity.
I claim what\'s mine and that\'s final.
All of you are still under the impression that you are greater or holier than thou, but we are in the same boat.
The boat that carries sinners to what awaits them.
The Boat of Calamity