My autograph's always in blood, for all the world to see...
And my inkwell tells a story, so consider it plasma tv.
I don't dip my quill very often, because I rarely guarantee...
But coagulation doesn't occur, because I stir obsessively.
I'm compelled to dwell on how it filled, homicidally...
Memories shift from many rifts and multiple pedigrees.
DNA varies cuz thrusts weren't parried, I struck repeatedly...
And one was a friend till the end, when he became an enemy.
Another was a wife who was my life, until I proved infidelity...
In childbirth she lost all worth, cuz the baby looked nothing like me.
Immediately after, I silenced the laughter and ended infancy...
I had to address the child was possessed, cuz it laughed hysterically.
Easily you might say, I'm mad with hate and hurt and cruelty...
But you haven't felt the horrors, of being betrayed by three.
Even the baby mocked me, knowing it wasn't mine, see...
And my wife and friend were conspiring to kill me, accidentally.
I know this because they've never lied, they guide me faithfully...
The little voices inside my head, show me the true reality.
They see more than anyone can, and it's a gift that they love me...
So I sent three sinners away to Heaven, and to the Lord above me.

Verses peeped:
Tommy the 45 - I Really Mean It
Penskills - Father & Son
Trippin59, My Baby Is Born

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