Rapturing acne bursting upon those open pores,
scattering dirt just as aids following filthy who r e s.
They enlarge in size and just at glimpse,
it's as if there were five solar eclipses.
Burning your eyes, creating such water,
to think a grain of dirt was the start.
Challenging the world with it's useless science,
etching your skin, forever like finger prints.
Scars left behind to charm the next pore,
day old hate from deep within the hatred core.
And, Rapturing acne bursting upon those open pores,
scattering dirt just as aids following filthy who r e s.
