Have you no honor!?
Ye dare to smite thee with fragile promises of happiness? A happiness that supposedly runs deep between a woman’s thigh. A so-called happiness that breeds unbound consequence & dismay!
Have you no honor!?
Ye who hungers to eat cock and but does not expect to shit shame. Tis such a “person” fit to live amongst the civil as you and I... or should one be named accordingly?... A noble cocksmith perhaps.
Have you no honor!?
... for you nor your father!? Has his hard work & sacrifice gone in vein? Twas it not for you he strived for a better life? And how have ye repaid such a debt? By letting all of the seven kingdoms know that the finest wine and punani hale from your family’s name!
Have you no honor!?
... for you nor your child!? Does thou not kiss thy child to sleep with the same puckers used to filet the sac of a thousand men. Does thou not comfort thy children with thy hands? The same cockgrabbers used for social recreation throughout the seven kingdoms?
Have you no honor!?
... for you nor the gods!? May the gods themselves curse thee with vaginas more black & dry than cold leather seats. Maybe then you will learn to be weary of each throne you conspire to sit upon. For not all thrones are that of kings... peasants have thrones too!
One would like to know... how does thou view thyself!? Each day... as ye awakes... staring upon the wall of reflection. The crust of cum in ye eye, the smell of balls on ye breath, and the sweat of a 100 beds dried upon ye buttocks. How does thou view thyself then!? Like a lady? Heavens no! Stay true to your nature, beast!
For the truth of one’s natural self lies within the purity of one’s soul. The mask used to bare to the world weighs heavier with each day. And with each new moon, that very mask sinks lower upon your face, and shall continue to do so until you have no choice but to remove it along with all fuckery. And once it has been removed...I will be there!
And I will shout, “You!! Yes, you there! Give thee thy hand... for I see you clear as day now.”
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"Let the crows from above send word of your new name... Whore! Whore! Whore!"
- Lord Stacey MoonWalker II
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