In the wee hours, I am telling you a story
About a boy who feared memento mori
His ambition and lust were so strong
His spouse did undisguised horrors on a stupendous scale
He is a crab with a cock in a rare male
It's his tale
Tsk tsk tsk, ennui, malaise, malady
Sister and Brother weren't strangers
Ailing sister called brother to look after mother in danger
The male-only breadwinner
Didn't notice sister has become thinner
Foul, filthy, repulsive words poured out like mud and muck
But to what purpose?
Poorly wired circuitry
Beneath the surface nourished in dirt nutrients
Mess up the wiring and disrupt.
He'd planted a trashy slut
Something you know sometimes a word gets stuck on the tip of your tongue
Death can be a terror to your mind
Instead of friendship or acceptance towards the ailing sister-in-law
And slutty woman demand a woman fighting metastatic neuroendocrine cancer
"You bitch die right now" and gift the virus thou carry which stayed for three months
Delayed chemotherapy made the cancer flare
Wearing my shoes would you keep calm or fear?
If you get a deadly cancer without cure, inoperable
I thought you were dependable
An abominable deed is done one cannot be taken back
It cannot be pardoned because you have a heart so black
Couldn’t figure out if they felt there was a relation
A highly wearable with flaws and damage cold system relation
Asking a dying woman wanting a termination
Irrfan Khan and Steve Jobs, Alan Rickman
They are the rich men
But still the unfazed cycle of death
Vague and hazy visited them
My expiration date is encoded in my genome
As you defended thy slutty spouse going back home
Build your dream zone with thy whore
Defending her you have become a killer and more
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