This is it

a brutal husband does all of the above
for beer-infested fun – his past catching up with him

tremendously so, they shall see aside stutter hard to say

he sprints to run to ruin these precious people’s quite sizeable beliefs

the tryst wherein manic sins seem to be painted up inside of maniacal minds
at fire-eyed will

Ain’t no spirit for this

her volcanic acidic poisonous person has to stop

such an atrocity to so fucking suddenly lose it all

amidst one cuckolded punch to a pretty lady’s being/meaning to
amount to supreme

Only to fold akin to the three crushed children weeping
in a corner with fear aligning their every atmosphere