Emancipate

Bitter semen, rotten and putrid

To hand down all imperfections

Cloned and shat upon

Rancid vomit upon the canvas

All the makings for a needed abortion

The time to sever the head is long overdue

To fell the family tree

To still your filth encrusted tongue

With axe in hand and blade in head

This shall be your undoing

Be still your poisoned tongue

Bite and swallow

Spew forth wretched disease

And drown in your blood

Contrived by those depraved

Contracted and spread by fools

Cure yourself, for soon it will be you

The sheep among the wolves