You are the destroyer of my core
God knows I could have done so much more
With this versatile whip in hand
That could have built a graceful land
You hit me hard with your bare hands
I hold dreams on like a real man
Someday I will shock you to your utmost
Besides leaving you with vacuum to boast
Cane my whip
Make me weep
It goes back to its aggressor
Keep that in mind my holy sir
Last modified: 16 January 2001