bitter semen, rotten and putrid

 to hand down all imperfections

 cloned and shat upon

 rancid vomit upon the canvas

 all the makings for a needed abortion

 the time to sever the head is long overdue

 to fell the family tree

 to still your filth encrusted tongue

 with axe in hand and blade in head

 this shall be your undoing

 be still your poisoned tongue

 bite and swallow

 spew forth wretched disease

 and drown in your blood

 contrived by those depraved

 contracted and spread by fools

 cure yourself, for soon it will be you

 the sheep among the wolves