Mykael Libertine
New member
Death of a troll
From the safety of his enclosed room
the man who doesn't qualify to be a midget
whose esteem is distraught by the world
wracks his rage and masturbatory frustration
though keystrokes of snide insults
and thinks what are they going to do
as he hacks the system with viral infection
But unbeknown to this lower life form
an alpha male hunts for his prey
surely you say it isn't fair to pick on the weak
aren't they helpless before your might
it's like using a bazooka on a rabbit
you fervently insist, about my overkill
and aren't you in return a hypocrite
in this reality, to take such vengeance
Yes I have donned the mantle of the shadows
hiding like a assassin with corded garrot
a hand vice for cracking nuts in my pocket
although I intend to insult the senses
from the safety of the shadows
my canvas isn't electronic bits
but the mural of the tortured human body
and yes it won't dent the internet insults
but alas I can vent my bitter frustration
The cat'o-nine of barbed-wire
and the handcuffs of razor-wire
cheap implements to make
expendable to hastily discard
The bars of soap in cheap tube socks
are yes indeed sadistic
but they will be put to "good" use
I have traveled far this unholy night
to assail this fundy xian blight
to make a martyr of this lost soul
to those who claim their superiority to me
From the safety of his enclosed room
the man who doesn't qualify to be a midget
whose esteem is distraught by the world
wracks his rage and masturbatory frustration
though keystrokes of snide insults
and thinks what are they going to do
as he hacks the system with viral infection
But unbeknown to this lower life form
an alpha male hunts for his prey
surely you say it isn't fair to pick on the weak
aren't they helpless before your might
it's like using a bazooka on a rabbit
you fervently insist, about my overkill
and aren't you in return a hypocrite
in this reality, to take such vengeance
Yes I have donned the mantle of the shadows
hiding like a assassin with corded garrot
a hand vice for cracking nuts in my pocket
although I intend to insult the senses
from the safety of the shadows
my canvas isn't electronic bits
but the mural of the tortured human body
and yes it won't dent the internet insults
but alas I can vent my bitter frustration
The cat'o-nine of barbed-wire
and the handcuffs of razor-wire
cheap implements to make
expendable to hastily discard
The bars of soap in cheap tube socks
are yes indeed sadistic
but they will be put to "good" use
I have traveled far this unholy night
to assail this fundy xian blight
to make a martyr of this lost soul
to those who claim their superiority to me