A year before I write with scorn,
Thy heart ,thy soul had seen no mourn.
But hail the whore who filled the throne,
The bitch lacking dressing sense,with a nose overgrown.
But St.Joseph's-humoured,failed,wounded and beaten-
Experienced the 21st century breakdown,saw history rewritten.
Through our magical eyes we shared the vision,
The blasphemies committed are by an evolved Satan.
An inflated ego,the face of a shemale
Cursed by all ,she is symbolic to evil.
I remember the man who was overthrown-
A sublime personality that he had bourne
Loved by all,he got respect-
More than this wretched bitch can ever expect.
Thee have facial hairs all over thou face
Thy doubts you descended from human race.
Thou is evil,thou is cruel:beneath that sacreligious layer-
Shakesphere envisioned you while writing,
"Fair is foul,and foul is fair"
A metaphor to cruelty-an instrument of terrorism,
Thou make Lucifer look like an overrated euphimism
I pray everyday for jesus to make her cry,
She's a hairy swine,an infected piece of horse dung,
I say this because I must not lie.
So saying this I end my ode,
And although she is considered to be a rusted toad,
Psychological surveys have portrayed thus,
She's a control freak for a living mass.
And thus they thought without intending pun,
Her tyranny does arise from sexual frustration......
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