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Bless is a bitch
He complains every day
Without a hitch
"You have nothing nice to say"

It's not my fault,
That you have nothing nice to say,
If you ever get wins, they're lucky,
For you it's really the only way.

My wins are lucky?
Boy that's fucky.
I'll stomp you for days.
Just look at my replays.

I like how you refer,
To the replays of old,
To back up the lies,
That we've all been told.
Maybe instead we should resort to gambling,
As I cannot deal with your incessant rambling.

You keep typing words
Slander and mockery in herds
Replays of old?, bit of an exaggeration
Must be thinking of my application
You've shown barely any skill in abd
How will you be able to match me?
I'll make you plea to the god of striking
"I'd fuck your ass" but that'd be to your liking.

That last one was the only good poem,
But you shouldn't mock a man, when you're still down below him,
Your application was woeful, I'm glad that you admit it,
But have you really improved? This clan you don't befit it,
Maybe you should quit it,
You've sold your war banner,
So I suppose you have remit it,
Make that leaving thread,
Then does us a favor and submit it.

You shouldn't speak that way to your father.
You're weak, breaking you would hardly a bother.
Selling the banner?, Funny coming from a hypocrite.
Everything you brought is coming back to you, let's get to it.
Below you? I'll leave you less than a fragment of your former self a "hue"
A leaving thread? You wouldn't be here without me
My improvements? Phenomenal, better than Kayla, Editz and let's not forget Carey.
Application? Loaded with some quality shit, let's not forget rusty4
Do you a favor? I am right now, on your way out I'll close the door.

I wake up, feeling like a mouse.
I gotta get out, this hell hole of a house.
Too many memories have me feeling like a drought,
I fill myself with alchohol hoping it’ll take me out,
Man i’m pathetic, you drove me through the mud.
You did horrible things blamed it on me then took my blood.
My poor daughter, will grow up with a fake ass father.

It’s hard, having your only daughter taken,
I used to cook, we had good eggs pancakes and bacon.
Me and my daughter’s mother had a falling out,
made me feel as if I was forsaken, man it really had me shaken.

If there’s a god why’d you do this to me, now my toribash name fits me perfectly
Deprived of the only thing that mattered to me, and now I post this poem for all to see.

Holy fuck daeldir got burned by Bless
Turned him into a right fucking mess
Go back to helping retards
For they could probably teach you
Either that or they'll bleach you