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hedonistic pleasure & rituals
metallic bruises shone
in the broken glamor dawn
my heroin sheik never tired of you
~darkness the palette I bleed from
the menstrual moon cried for tempers flared~
the noonday shadows grew too long
spiked hair demons with misogynistic tongues
lapped at my girly parts
as they played Madonna's "like a virgin" on my pride
I was an all-day porno reel to reel reality
you were Sadistic ritualistic for fuck's sake
hedonistic lust your pleasure
~I the Earth its self
born of blood, filth, and sweat~
perverting the white parchment skin of your lids
eyes closed so you don't see
where I scribbled my chaotic thoughts
~sacred in their truth
they scream my litany~
I am the prostitute in the temple
the whore you bury your sin inside
the God you don't believe in
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