cinnomanbay's Journal

you brought your sluts who work for you, i have seen them all through the years, your whores, who have preformed for you, to my dismay. they came into my water,spreading there legs for me to see, while stairing at me like ells,angry and heartless. they made me fifthy once more, you are so tricky , you found a way, i scrubbed and scrubbed, but still can't get the stinch off, they did all the tricks you asked them too, so i would be contiminated after all these years you won , once again, i bet you are proud, that you won again. you were sad that you couldn't get my cherished one, so you found a way, you sick evil soul to bring me down, down to the ground, i sat outside, wanting to ask your whore, does she know that i was five, does she know that i am not the only one, does she know you. but i left, i walked away , i know she knows, you are the only card she has to play, and you know .so you found yourself a slave to do your dirty little jobs, you won this time, but all and all i don't think you will win when you meet your maker.