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Son of 50 Maniacs  (An Amerikkkan Horror Story)


I'm the son of 50 maniacs
My life has always been off track
Right from the beginning
From where it all began
Is when things started getting out of hand

The way it went down
I'm surprised I made it
The way my mother was violated

One by one, they each had their turn
Her body was a prize they did not earn
They raped and they ravaged her
As she begged and pleaded for their mercy
But they laughed and they spat in her face
As the world witnessed this Queen's
Fall from grace

No longer would she know
The true meaning of home
Now that all her happiness and her innocence was gone

Everything she'd held dear
Had been burned to the ground
And then 9 months later I'd come around

A product of their terror
The aftermath of her destruction and pain
Condemned to a life of torment
My destiny, insane

Now I'm ruled by darkness
Because darkness rules
In this land where I've been so
Battered and bruised

Laughed at, avoided, ridiculed and dismissed
But I've come to embrace my hideousness
And now I've sworn to revenge and to make them pay
For what they did to mother that day

So exercise extreme caution
And watch your backs
Beware the Son of 50 Maniacs.

By Timothy A. James



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