SOUND OF STACY
Hello stacy, my old friend
I've come creep on you again
Because a vision softly teasing
Left its seeds while I was dreaming
And the blackpill that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of REEEEEing
In failed lucid dreams I walk alone
Narrow streets with no brothels
'Neath the halo of instagram
I turned my collar to the phone and damped
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of your supple tits
That split my boner
And touched the skin..of blueballs
And in the lucid dream I saw
Ten thousand tyrones, maybe more
Black foids fucking without moaning
Fakecels cumming without boning
People doing things that my eyeballs never share
And no one dared
Release the pain, of incels
Foids, said I, you do not know
Incels like a cancer grow
Hear my truth that I might teach you
Read my memes that I might reach you
But my pills, like foids gainst MGTOW failed
And echoed in the wells of cucktears
And the roasties bowed and prayed
To the neon chad they made
And the truecels flashed out their warning
In the words that they were forming
And the sign said, the word of blackopscel are written on the brothel walls
And tendie halls
And whispered in, the plea of incels
IMPROVEMENTS ARE WELCOME
Hello stacy, my old friend
I've come creep on you again
Because a vision softly teasing
Left its seeds while I was dreaming
And the blackpill that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of REEEEEing
In failed lucid dreams I walk alone
Narrow streets with no brothels
'Neath the halo of instagram
I turned my collar to the phone and damped
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of your supple tits
That split my boner
And touched the skin..of blueballs
And in the lucid dream I saw
Ten thousand tyrones, maybe more
Black foids fucking without moaning
Fakecels cumming without boning
People doing things that my eyeballs never share
And no one dared
Release the pain, of incels
Foids, said I, you do not know
Incels like a cancer grow
Hear my truth that I might teach you
Read my memes that I might reach you
But my pills, like foids gainst MGTOW failed
And echoed in the wells of cucktears
And the roasties bowed and prayed
To the neon chad they made
And the truecels flashed out their warning
In the words that they were forming
And the sign said, the word of blackopscel are written on the brothel walls
And tendie halls
And whispered in, the plea of incels
IMPROVEMENTS ARE WELCOME
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