Grave

Nosferateau and Cleopatra are turning in their grave. What can I say? To prove myself to you.

I am over you! I may have been crazy mad for a minute or two. I don't admire your stunt and trick. I'll slap your face as you try to spit something new to cling on to your innocence.

You deviant fool. I can see past all of your evil. I can surpass the one you think is grande.

And avant-garde, I ought to laugh. You don't trick me you fool. You are a nightmare from elm street. You are like the biggest nuisance.

I have no pity for fools. This is the school of life. And your education is you can't fuck with me. You have no entry to my pussy. That will never be because I think you are the ugliest creature! You are ugly!