Diatribe

I reject the juvenile battles that you're all trying to pick
You seem to come across like a spoiled belligerent prick
To and from the scalding brine
The violent cold you die inside
It's all so disgustful
It's all that you fucking know
The ink calling is the chronicle
Of where you fucking go
To your soul selling service
Why can't you subscribe?
Go fuck yourself
Piss off and die