This is dedicated to the thieves of written word

Steal this bitch, cause you don't know
Who your fucking with, you wordless ho
And I don't mean just me, that writes this tale
But  all of us for who words prevail
Novice, adept, and masters alike
Of the writtten tounge, of deeper psyche
Madmen, geniuses, and everything between
Be it light or dark or love or hate
These are our words, our hearts
Not for which you may sate
Your need for notice, and chained false pride
With your flesh next book we bind
Dare steal this art, we sign, our craft
Your nothing less then a fucking gnat
Squashed, forgotten, by the heel of time
Cursed, and loathsome, your undefined
May your words go unheard
And your pen run dry
Never write anything
Thats worth a laugh or cry
The words you steal become your tomb
And misery befall you for each ones boon