Victor

VICTOR

Looking like a rock star
Acting like a porn star
Yeah, he knows he’s born
Yeah, he knows all is scorn

My baby child with sweet green eyes
He is hotter than all the other guys

I father the spite child
And let him go wild
Don’t run, escape is futile
Sacrifice your blood, utile

No more virgins roam the square at night
So long as the boy serves his plight

Don’t we all wish?
To suffer his fetish
Nothing sacred win
Heaven has lost to sin

- Poet Darká