Tranny Faggot Pit Stank

Tranny faggot pit stank

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I look up at my Creator.

What am I?

Man or Woman?

He reaches into my chest and

I hear the snapping of bone

"Man," he says

Tearing the rib from my chest

But the screaming air

Being sucked from my lungs

Rings at a pitch too high for Gods to hear

And only those being held up by strings

Can hear my birdsong cries

And only those with stitched together skin

Can feel my itching pain

Of an ill fitting body

Constucted by One who does not know me

Womanhood ripped from my chest

Manhood draped over my shoulders

Like the skin of a dead animal

"Fuck you, God"

I rasp, and the snake if Eden bites my throat

"I will be a muppet instead."

kids these days are spending too much time modifying their reproductive organs into intriguing shapes and giving them bright colors and other pollinator-attracting qualities. back in my day we simply put many spores into a wind or water current and were happy if they made it a quarter mile..... didnt bother with any of that stuff. i remember when we would all take root in a wet patch and throw our spores around, but have you been to a wet patch recently? its disgusting, is what it is

ohh thats for sure going into my lexicon

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