Kotonoha Katsura Vs Yuri

My poetry's effulgent; freehand damagrafik magic Ghost Under The Light's possessive of your demographic's addicts Bookmarks, not bruises, I'm reserved, quiet, reclusive! Though, I can't hold back now... I'm bout to be abusive! But aren't you used to it? Little miss submissive cuck slut? Take your problems by the head and take the top off! That's fucked up! As for my verse, its Wheel turns, like those seven holy stakes But you're too hung up on yourself: Cross Days! Now miss, I don't mean to bust your back like how your bod is But I'm the goddess you should worship, and that's being modest Lusting over Bavarois boytoys, giving your own peers hate And like your namesake, you couldn't even play it straight Planting a Garden of Words of which I'll nurture to beat ya A joke lost in translation. Kotonoha no Niwa I'm not half the monster you are, but you've really pushed my buttons So unlike Sayori, keep them shut and just stick to the cuttin'! Going eye to Eye? This girl I'll Mark-ov. I'll show her Cut her? BUT I BARELY KOTONOH A Sorry, did I yell? THEN I'VE GOTTA MAKE A LOUDER SOUND HER THIRD EYE STARES DAGGERS AS MY HEART POUNDS The dirty work was your deed; win's like Makoto: in the bag But you have the cutting edge! - In being an obsessive hag I've got it on tape; no self-insert penned in your vestibule At least my School Days didn't end before the festival