Your shape - your violent body, causing storms
to my soul makes me flinch. It all deforms
beneath my palm - the flesh rising and falling,
while ugly mem'ries I begin recalling -
of men with knives and women with black chains,
deliv'ring pain that returns when it rains.
I want the ache in my bones just to fade,
and even in your bed, MY bed is made.

Shatter

In years come hence, those writers far,
With ink-stained hands and face unscarred,
Will call my fall, the bloody ruin, inevitable.
But hear their words, and know they are not creditable,
They were not here, they did not see, how could they ever know,
That my homeland, its people brave, did not need fall to woe.

The rage that was in me I have finally beat

The fires in my soul have been left to defeat

My life has made way, let me earn my respect

No longer my mind wishing pain to deflect

War begins in the very end of May,
Clearing my schedule or I will fray,
My kids and family they will wait,
For my thirst for war I must sate.

I am the memelord, master of yeet,
I see no one above me, no defeat,
I am the god of all gifs, I suckled from my mother's teet too,
Unfortunately my mother was a cow, MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!