12-07-2014, 06:28 PM
To the Sun you shall burn
As you are dangling above
The blissful Dog Collar
Within this upcoming monday
You will feel my wraith
My druken fury of emptiness
As I will make you my bitch
By making you a four leg dog
As I strangle you into unconciounes
I don't care if I lose against you
But I do care about making your carrer
A short living as I hang you above
From the turnbuckle to the Apron
Ill make your face turn blue
As the sunlight from above calls you
Right back into your kingdom of dead sea
I don't fucking care about this match
I don't fucking care about you harming an old man
I don't fucking care about making me a fool
You don't see me trashing you as an old man
Nor a slave like Swagmire in The Corporation
To the sun you shall burn in the sea
To the sun where you shall be a dog
Within your own fake voice in your head
I hope that this poem will entice your attention
Once I make you my personal dog in that ring
Duncan B. Ugly...B. Ugly... B. Ugly
To the sun of your own misery of your reality
TO THE SUN WHERE YOU SHALL GO...