"We are Crafted this Way; it's our Design, (No need to Feel Shame)."

We Ascend; and, then, "We Fall,"

Each time, we Descend deeper
into the Madness of the Gaping
Abyss

She'll wait Patiently, licking her
lips, Desiring to Taste of the life
that we'll lose as to her, we give

Always expanding, with an Lust
that can't be Quenched: through
all the eons and millennia and
centuries, and, annals of history,
she's swallowed up mighty men
and Kings; Princes and Paupers

There's no negotiating or Abating
the Will of Hel: she always claims...

Victory

So-called gods have succumbed
to the Charms of her, "Siren Call,"

As they were whispered into their
ear, Erotic words, that made their
cocks hard and their self-righteous
vows and consciences cave and...

Fall

This is how, "The Mighty," have Fallen

Truth be told; they probably weren't
mighty, even from the start: one just
has to know the right Pleasures with
which to utter, and, anyone will melt
like butter

Even historical women have also given
in as she whispered to them; because
the labia of her delicious slit tastes
good to them too

We all have Incantations etched into
our hearts; and, the right whim of Hel
comes along to utter the right Rune to
tell us who we really are

No one's Fucking exempt: there are no
Holy men, or, no Righteous; every belief
is only established for personal gain, so,
see, too, even religions are Cleverly
disguised tools of Hel, by which she
disrobes men and clothes them upon
with Herself

We all Worship at the Altar of Hubris and...

Ego

It's not Goodness & Mercy that follow us
all the days of our Lives, no, it's these two
angels of our own Design, that are our
otherworldly Guides