Keep The Burden Woman, ljóð frá 3. febrúar 2024.

There are more than missing ways,

mildly put, they win to rot!

Nightmares not so passing,

neither those here crashing...

Up on Cripple creek,

came to act so free!

Men in charge will mundane be,

morons forget, accept not!

Keep the burden woman weak,

we are more than bygone days.

 

Pompous shitheads get it gone,

grating for the time as drome.

Take it woman, tower,

'till it's darker, giaour.

Narwhals for him nice,

never shall they bow!

Each man has the own thing now,

if the women stay at home.

Too late, had you paid the price,

pity those who easy won.

 

Spoiled brat is the spiteful czar,

spitting image of the sin.

Leading lands to ruin,

like still what they're doing.

Only going ape,

isn't this life hot?

Laws are wrong if laid are not,

Levitical, so they win.

Regret something rigid babe?

Romping has you gone so far.

 

Drome er gamalt orð yfir fugl sem er kallaður krabbametja á íslenzku, dromas ardeola frá Norður Afríku. Giaour: Trúleysingi, komið úr Arabamálum, notað af Tyrkjum um kristna menn.