_A holy shit hidden behind the holy writ of hypocrite_

 *_A holy shit hidden behind the holy writ of hypocrite_*

_(It is a diss poem, read it on your own risk XD)_

A dickhead with a dickmap,

The masculine toxic douchbag  tampered my way.

in the month of may,

Also considered the worst month of the year to marry, anyway.

What else can I say?

A motherfucker for the peace he lacked,

An imposter of lucifer  land , all tracked!

The victim card played by a  vulnerably wrapped vindictive  virgo!  

His male egoism  make him a psychotic crap of california canvas.

The son of the bitch,

That we all can diss.

The homicide menace ,

A backstabbing bitch.

The bullshit with the prick knits,

The bish of the wrecked  cunt.

A whore of fuck face,

A divine hell chase.

When a brat tries to act like a man,

He become the douchebag of loathing lethal lies.

Like he talks shit ,

And didn't regret babbling like an prick-master-idiot-employed pig.

He is the bloody hell,

A man who deserves a trash crack.

He is the peril punch,

A fucking asshole prick of rubbish rant .

He got the blood of male,

A male who oscillate.

A man who is a genius,

But then he  get trapped in his own rage.

*Fuck him!* _He is the Cunt of kingston crown._

_Who fucked me up like,_

_The nasty venom of scarlet burnt town._

He thought , he was the king,

Secreting the poison being the snake.

At every end , at every stage.

An asshole , a dracorian vindictive male.

You thought I will be tied to you,

But how long you could fool  me?

Your bloody oath,

Can  no more rule me.

So you can piss off,

And  take your pricks off.

And  play the game of trap and trait race,

 fall in it and i will kick your bloody ass, rune boy, chase .

This is not what you are today,

This is the truth of karma cage.

The blood bleed in the  storm of wake,

When the nightmares can no more  be beseiged.

The Lucifer is now my  best friend,

We both plan our deadly dates.

And satan is my sister's boyfriend,

So I can call them both, to duck you out in this funeral castilage  case.

Can you just leave me all? No more dms? okay?

No side talks,

No side walks,

A simple thing,

A simple mock.

A Dagger in your armless aim,

A obscure onus to train.

Cause you are the murderer of the  main,

And villains have to die, anyway, oneday.

*Fuck him!* 

_He is the Cunt of kingston crown._

_Who fucked me up like,_

_The nasty venom of scarlet burnt broke._

The letters are still engraved,

An erratic errie shitty dumb Life stage.

The horrigust would kiss you with her knife,

When the vicious cycle would cut in peices when it would revive.

 This is the broom of backstabbing blame,

That turns the weapons to the wise.

And as you are the wisest , my Babe,

Endure the swords injurious crimson mark cries.

You were an antipode, but a miraculous  mistake,

That my computer can now investigate.

You thought that you were god, no?

But I knew, you were the cannibal of body pray.

How can I be befooled by you?

The epic cuss is still less true,

The 7 months 25 days, I survived with a fiend ,

A dracorian beast , of everlasting time.

This is the best I can say to you ,

That the bricks you threw on my face.

Can turn out to become massive bombs,

And you would be sniffing for air in the cynical catacombs.

Boy, you can be the touch of tumulting adage,

And I can still do better one today.

Look at my face,

Look at my face,

A cunt burnt it back then but now I am perfectly okay!yeyeyeyeyeyye.

A slikering soul ,

 with the sweet jesus sympathy seeking sophistication.

The bereaved bastard of  the self deprived continuam polarization filled with  the functionary of begging beast curse,

 and epic head hunter of skin lust and body first.

Baby beast, lemme say it loud enough,okay?

When A saga starts, it ends,for sure ,

Our was the messed up complicated bruises game play,

And there is no denying that you were the greatest hound headed bastard  in this love- lost  game , anyway.

*Fuck him! Truck him ! Duck him!*

 _He is the Cunt of the kingston crown._

_Who fucked me up like his asset liability suitcase,_

_But now look at my soul, it turned out to become more savage, anyway._

Leeza sharma