I have seen crocodile tears flow from the eyes of a heartless bitch. Falsehood veiled by make-believe remorse just to trap the unwary fool. Do not take my kindness for my weakness for I have wrath kept inside a silver jar waiting to be unleashed.
I am a lie, a liar and a charlatan. I will draw a bloodline with a needle filled with sacred ink; I will make the future unfold before your very eyes. Let us twist the fate of the ungrateful bitch; you and I… Let the flow of crocodile tears from a hapless old drunk turn into ribbons of blood.
I wish to make the craven bitch pay for countless lies told with a forked tongue; I wish to make his bitch suffer the same fate.
The beast was here all along…