Spot on.
What the fuck?
I thought you're dead
Living in hell and rot for good?
Why the fuck
You're still loitering then,
Back to hell where you belong.
Existence, not wanted,
Pathetic pile of disgrace.
Sick and tired, ego filled,
New generation?
You don't belong.
An old timer
But pure assholes breed.
Be gone, you fucking failure,
Fuck you
Spot a pathetic
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