Piss Off, Pigs Poem by AXKANE VII
Piss Off, Pigs
When my father had nothing, you looked down on him
Now he is gone; you look down on us
Your filth makes me go to the gym
I keep training, for one day I'll abduct your guts
Mark my words:
Just as you turned on my father once
And praised him the next time
You will swallow your own guts and beg for your worthless lives
I will make you pay. Slowly. Surely. Silently. 🩸
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