I pray to the broken god
I rip my uterus out
The CIS comes and trys to take my money
I evade them
Just like my taxes
I rape their ears with the sound of my unholy uterus as my new voice
They shoot but I still stand
They stop existing because I said so
I breathe new air into this world
All life dies in my presence
The broken god has chosen me as his vessel
I eat all the children from new borns to orphans
I consume all sexual organs
I make my sex cult
I am
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tax evasion, firm toenail
PoetryTax evasion and toe nails Multiple story based poems by yours truly