Petty Little Martyr

 

1.

Would you pet a stray bullet-board;

we offer Excelling cheats, spreading.

Wanton to be civil servant, hoarding;

I mean distributing for needy according...

Just let the borders down and miss leading –

so very Christian is to beheading

the Witch we spot and track, Lord Lord!

2.

Breathing fire, if you dost feed our Tipsy;

heel to our feels, or we suicide on demand.

Key-board warriors, the Inner Gipsy;

while never going past navelgaze, glimpsing.

No Clipping mode, while void talks to the hand;

couldn't comprendo T-800 empathy on demand.

On the assembly line, “How dare you!” Triggering.

3.

Petty Little Martyr, then people killed with Kindness;

love-bombed to oblivion, ready-aim-fire!

Pronoun in the Bio, access denied to attribute blindness;

seek the thorn in thine, but misses corrupt log RNG a mess!

Profound Madness, transforms tenacity into mire;

anxious at empty spaces askewing, “Where's your Desire!”

Shire, rings – all given to the One Eyed Tower: French Masse!