aesthetic_recon
卐 SATOKOCEL 卐 | IQ -4 STD | MOG KING OF INCELS.IS
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TO MY BROCELS
A poem by aesthetic_recon
It is hell eternal day after day of my existence as I contemplate my death,
Relegated to this nightmare of unending breadth.
Never offered some relief, a kind word, a gentle gesture, a warm hand from any man,
Every loner to incel boards, it never began.
Castrated, emasculated, ridiculed, slandered, mocked, condemned, hated and reviled,
Bottom-barrel bitches then laughing at the libel.
Emphatic’ly, enthusiastic’ly, euphoric’ly riding all day the dick of Chad,
Exercising her whoredom for men to see unclad.
Living licentious while preaching modesty inspires my ire; I show them no grace,
Lighting them up with my Luger ‘til their life erased.
A poem by aesthetic_recon
It is hell eternal day after day of my existence as I contemplate my death,
Relegated to this nightmare of unending breadth.
Never offered some relief, a kind word, a gentle gesture, a warm hand from any man,
Every loner to incel boards, it never began.
Castrated, emasculated, ridiculed, slandered, mocked, condemned, hated and reviled,
Bottom-barrel bitches then laughing at the libel.
Emphatic’ly, enthusiastic’ly, euphoric’ly riding all day the dick of Chad,
Exercising her whoredom for men to see unclad.
Living licentious while preaching modesty inspires my ire; I show them no grace,
Lighting them up with my Luger ‘til their life erased.