Beauty is Rot!



Legions of sex slaves have flocked in my calls

You are the most grotesque of them all

Warts and protrusions the beg for the grave

Ironic, bubonic, pimpled and shaved

The live to gobble the puss form my warts

I live to spread my disease at each port

Distribute knob-cheese like some soup della-mort



Rot!



You are born in the most disgusting of ways

Some become cripples, some become gay

Others spend their money trying to become that way

You think you are beautiful but what the hell is that

I find beauty in rolls of sweaty fat

It? not your complexion

That gives me an erection

OH NO



Your beauty makes me sick

I? rather fuck a troll

Kick you in the head

Vomit in the hole



Face turns to snot

You used to be hot

Beauty is Rot

You spend hours smearing cream on your face

What you need is to be hit with a mace

Tied to a horse and get dragged through the streets

Hung by the heels and pelted with belts



But still you are smearing cream on your face

What you need is to be reduced to paste

Wander the countryside blind in one eye

Sucking the dicks of dead dogs to survive



Who decides what is beautiful?

Nobody but you

I find fascination as your guts are turned to stew



Forever titillating

A pile of rotting feet

All you are is brains and bones

A sack of rancid meat



Yeah yeah yeah