Mother of Swine (Poem)

What a blasphemous twat she is
Mother of swine
Herder of pigs

She thinks she’s so special
Her bountiful trough

Legs wide open to all of her flock

She rivals Mount Zion with her two-timing beast
Luring peasants with wine-and-dine feasts

Oh what a traitor
What a fool
What a kunt

She thinks she’ll get away with her
Running amok

But she’s got another thing coming to her
Egypt’s donkey dick is no match of God’s Word

He’ll stick it to that bitch like she never endured
Then rip off her face
As He kicks her to the curb

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