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The angel of delectability

Will come and spread an array

Of soft furnished toys

To pertrude inside of her



She moans in fake insecurity

Wanting that extra fun and joy

When you stop for a break

She breaks you more



The makeup is clogging arteries

She looks good, too much

The erotic plastic is mine to bear

I bear it alone, all mine



So the jealousy keeps my fake queen

Away from prying eyes

Into prying fingers

And dripping manufacturers



I covet until i kill it

It's carcass now mine to defile

Shapeless now with much grief

I care not for it's existence



Use and abuse, never loved

It got what it deserved

The fake society pertrudes

Into the brains of the impretionable



Let her be covered in dirt

Two feet below the mud

In steel environment disaster

Whilst all the people cry



And in this grave society finally died

Banished from all minds

Taken, destroyed, defiled

Like it should have been



My job is done

Learn from your mistakes

Society is a soul killer

Mine will never heal...