I smell the big pink enemy.
Stench of the the west,
And all their best,
Pornography.
It’s hot here but I feel the heat,
Of greasy flesh,
And the bloody mess,
Of your defeat.
Buddha keeps me safe.
I watch you crawl.
A belly full.
To stick my blade.
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