Master Bates
This backrow dog and pony show is piles of horseshit
So I leave their pews and hymns for better weather
If up to me, they would no longer bless this mess
I've no time for love, only for cocaine and pleather
I was the commander-in-queef, village's prime chieftain
Gold leaf condos, fricassee escheat, endless secretions
But a gilded dusty woman usurped, quoting Ephesians
So now I'm to be patient 'til my sentence completion
F*ck that! I withhold info open source
While shimmying into private discourse
Solemn in character, reverent among the tribe
But my religion: magic, mirrors, and bribes
Unknown to them are my trinket gods
I avenge with frenzy and steal for happiness
If they only knew of my paranoia
Towards them and their judgments on my
"Mental and emotional garbage"
Dear lover - Just wanted to say hello despite
Being earthworm stew after my dirk met
Your gullet. You were en caul and Vitruvian
To this world, but matching my strength
Oh, we're all null. Unhindered by values
I'm a temper tantrum, but should conquest
To abolish my humanity be a surprise
Today I killed a guard and impersonated
Despite his jacket's blood stains. I fit in real nice
You claimed actions always have unintended
Consequences: I can do, but should I? - Sincerely Your Widower
Who has time for questions with so many rooms
To explore: prison rape and minestrone, speedball
Off a rat's corpse, cheap sex bologna pony, demolitions
And canoodling, orgy-porgy mishmash community, a talking
Kumquat pulped to a slurp, sketching comedic
Retards - I visited all, and yet still with anhedonia
I'd rather be a strix - flesh tastes of chocolate éclairs
At least 'til this Mecca is mechanized, not laissez-faire
Replaced with robots with human hair, man conquering
Nature becomes human nature's conquest of all
Look at you! you revolted while I made love to the abyss
You're eternal bachelors sucking dick and drinking piss
Affective individualism - none love you, if even deserved
Mere cunts afraid of progress, twats to get f*cked up
Parson Brown
No need for cutthroat competition, depersonalized rivals
Never being satisfied, impotence of love, divided and small-minded
As prisoners, I urge: live a worthy life - you've been called
Not for lasciviousness but long-suffering
Master Bates
F*ck your patience
The Protagonist
I'm fed up with your disorder
Master Bates
You can't resist
The Protagonist
You'll never f*ck with us again
Master Bates
Beaten down
The Protagonist
Been through too much to accept your horseshit
Master Bates
Retreat
The Protagonist
You a deserter in a desert with just desserts