ROMA JONSON, aShwood Cookies

ripping the follicles out my face
Im diabolical in this place
im just a prodigal son in space
dad in the hospital hope he stays
loving the bottle will kill the grace
it’s the neurology you erase
Im still your odyssey to deface
im part of prophecy youre just late

I’ll stand on your grave until you die
im not gonna wait youre buried alive
I hope your life flash before your eyes
and I ain’t in it cause youre a swine
old fuck I can’t wait for you to burn
I’ll flush the ashes dont need an urn
I’d kill myself but youll never learn
so now I’ll help feed you to the worms