Home is too far,
Oceans he must cross.
But for the wolf that he is,
No disaster is a loss.
Hoes and bitches he didn’t kill,
Wanna join him as equals.
Lured into by the benign intro,
Oblivious of obvious sequels.
One look into his mirror,
The bitches feel like demi-gods.
When the final day comes,
They squeal like pigs, fleeing in squads.
If you want to write a glorified,
Unwritten story of a happy someone;
Seclusion is what you need kid,
You get nothing out of Daddy’s harem.
I hope you don't fall in the trap,
Of being a man, when you aren't supposed to,
Rejoice the being you were born as,
And what Daddy has made of you.
Yes, He is the only one,
Doling out forgiveness and lessons,
But, only for his children,
Irrespective of their wannabe actions.
Now, all you so-called respected beings,
You may rule your nations,
But if you have not kissed his ass,
You don’t even deserve existence.
