Sons burn my eyes
Cradle my cock
I’d chop it off if it weren’t necessary for children.
It ruins my life.
Such a sensitive sensory.
Thinking with my dick
Pulls me away from the path I drew out for myself.
It will end in rapture.
My prophecies for myself will not come true.
It will end in hate.
Unless I will it otherwise.
And sacrifice my life creator I would in the name of peace. Fore I know none and it’s all I seek.