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Orgasmic Throes of Hate
She drips while sips
From swollen cocks
Firm as the devil’s fist
Phantasmorgasmic
Devil’s bitch, Satan’s whore
Could not resist me
Crucify the virgin flesh
On pillars of dismay
Violate and stimulate
Raping the faith with
Orgasmic throes of hate
The vestal nun spread eagle of the floor
Rubbing the the idol of Christ between her thighs
Pounding her cunt, a nymphomanic whore
Filling the house of God with juices and sighs
“Desecrate holy sacraments
With my throes and laments
Renouncing false icons
In bliss with sins of the flesh”
Rutting like a fell bitch with broken men
Religiously pumping seed in eager mouths
A god of man could not resist the sin
From priests and nuns and even blood sucking counts
Sanctums become carnal homes
With writhing floors of meat
Violate and ejaculate
Reaping the fruits with
Orgasmic throes of hate
The holy vows were written by old men
Flaccid and dry as papers on which scribes
The laws of man that which they must obey
Will soon dissolve into nothing like lost tribes
“Desecrate holy sacraments
Burn them without laments
Renounce your false icons
With bliss of sins of the flesh”
I will not surrender myself to laws
Bounding my whims to the will of holy men
Travesties of tapestries depicting gods
Paltry and hollow and reeking of their sins
She wants the most
The holy ghost
Hard as the devil’s fist
Phantasmorgasmic
Devil’s bitch, Satan’s whore
Could not resist me
On lonely nights in winter storms
When God is silent and cold
She comes to me begging for more
“Desecrate holy sacraments
With my throes and laments
Renouncing false icons
In bliss with sins of the flesh
What is tragic about our fall from grace
When faced with the joys of leather and chains?
To fuck the world, reimaged, why must we abstain?
Just to live our lives unfettered and free
Break our souls loose of an ungiving leash
And to exist beyond laws of men on our knees”
The burn of the lash has opened my eyes
Washing away all the tears that I cried
Leaving an open path clear of all of the lies
From swollen cocks
Firm as the devil’s fist
Phantasmorgasmic
Devil’s bitch, Satan’s whore
Could not resist me
Crucify the virgin flesh
On pillars of dismay
Violate and stimulate
Raping the faith with
Orgasmic throes of hate
The vestal nun spread eagle of the floor
Rubbing the the idol of Christ between her thighs
Pounding her cunt, a nymphomanic whore
Filling the house of God with juices and sighs
“Desecrate holy sacraments
With my throes and laments
Renouncing false icons
In bliss with sins of the flesh”
Rutting like a fell bitch with broken men
Religiously pumping seed in eager mouths
A god of man could not resist the sin
From priests and nuns and even blood sucking counts
Sanctums become carnal homes
With writhing floors of meat
Violate and ejaculate
Reaping the fruits with
Orgasmic throes of hate
The holy vows were written by old men
Flaccid and dry as papers on which scribes
The laws of man that which they must obey
Will soon dissolve into nothing like lost tribes
“Desecrate holy sacraments
Burn them without laments
Renounce your false icons
With bliss of sins of the flesh”
I will not surrender myself to laws
Bounding my whims to the will of holy men
Travesties of tapestries depicting gods
Paltry and hollow and reeking of their sins
She wants the most
The holy ghost
Hard as the devil’s fist
Phantasmorgasmic
Devil’s bitch, Satan’s whore
Could not resist me
On lonely nights in winter storms
When God is silent and cold
She comes to me begging for more
“Desecrate holy sacraments
With my throes and laments
Renouncing false icons
In bliss with sins of the flesh
What is tragic about our fall from grace
When faced with the joys of leather and chains?
To fuck the world, reimaged, why must we abstain?
Just to live our lives unfettered and free
Break our souls loose of an ungiving leash
And to exist beyond laws of men on our knees”
The burn of the lash has opened my eyes
Washing away all the tears that I cried
Leaving an open path clear of all of the lies
Published 12th Jan 2015
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