Sire of Sin
Raised as a king Silver spoon gaped mouth Orgiastic prophecies proclaimed That I, Davidito would be the heir apparent Sired through God’s whore Cultivated by Father’s harem Eagerly fellated Innocent young hands Sowing, unholy seeds A ritualistic communion Revered and idolized I was immortalized The sacred scriptures condemned The Children of God My threshold depleted Their ideals beyond sadistic I then attempted to disassociate Myself from The Family I was discovered Beckoned and beseeched To once again Don their crown Wrathful obsessions Retribution for the damned Murder on the horizon My patience was pristine “Maybe fate will smile on me God of war God of revenge Maybe they will grant me happy hunting We shall see” Finally a glint of reprieve An inkling of hope Inches Closer Inches closer to Mama Inches closer to closure Inches Closer Lips sealed tight Torture may provoke (A) Relevant confession My device unveiled A few swift jerks Testing its potency Her throat slashed The frightened perplexed Guiltless eyes faded out Disillusioned in the backseat Cold steel up against my temple I close my eyes with such relief And I squeeze to end the story Of Davidito “In some way, some of us are gonna be around to see those fuckers burn.” Burn
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 07, 2025