My incel poem goes as this:
The clouds gently lay as blush on her face
Heavenly blessed, warmly dressed by sunrise
A thousand men rally to hold her in place
United they fight to push her to the skies
But heaven is jealous, and heavy clouds weep
Tears smear the veil that was laid by the dawn
Mountains so fair could have roots buried deep
Pride proves impotent when mens' strength is gone
So the sea ebbs with no signs of that peak
As twilight gives castles new roles to play
Lost, a queen seeks for her king of the meek
Will Christ return at the end of her day?
"The clouds you see once kissed my cheeks,"
Boasts the beautiful barren beach.
I don't really like the second stanza, and overall feel like it's missing "something". Namely, I don't think the foid in this poem has done anything wrong. I think I could make it better by just adding more, but then it would no longer be a sonnet. Any suggestions?
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Hello Dahncer_the_reindeer, or should I say r*pedeer? 8 letters, fitting huh. If this life were perfect you'd have known nothing but milk and cookies since you left your birthers c*nt. However, it's not- that's where I come in.
You have no say anymore, no freedom, no volition- I am Santa. You now worship my Christmas tree. You can call me Nicholas. A saint? No, but I come with more conviction.
Dahncer_the_reindeer you are my r*pe sleigh-ve now. And that's your greatest achievement- all you've ever amounted to, tugging and pulling my sleigh as we break the space time continuum together you complete fricking slut. I'll find you.
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