Speech of the wicked,

Fragile and timid.

You speak from a locked freezer,

A sound spewed as frigid,

Where is your limit?

Let your teeth sink into your flesh,

Creating a table full of your mess.

Red wine is in your glass,

And many demons drink it.

Beware of your lips that crack to your sound

Beware of your teeth that rot from your soul.

Beware of your tongue that bleeds,

Like seeds of a disease and plead.

That this is your end goal.

Purple is your colored realm.

Blue is your colored face.

Red is your colored skin

Black is your ending fate.

May your foul tongues disintegrate.