Nameless To Me

It is nameless to me,

It has no name,

It lays there crying, in the fetal position as a child would,

First sounding like small whimpering,

Then rises to a more audible cry,

Something that even I can hear;

Words soon form, asking “Why” what is its crime,

Why am I doing this to it…

Hahaha…

There is no crime noted,

Nothing for to atone,

Just felt this particular way today,

And this smile, that particular feeling that comes over me

When am feeling extra peccant to taste someone else’s fear, their suffering

It makes it so much more delicious,

It almost orgasms me to hear screaming and moaning against their will,

the begging,

I like the sound of it, it does, turn me on So…  

immensely;

By divine right, All Power and Dominion, Taken against Their will,

The Master Commands it,

It is the new way, the way of the New Order

do what thy will,

If thou canst take it, then art thou obliged to do it, take rape, pillage,

For to hail and kill,

Oh, the power of blasphemy, and vulgarity,

But vanity, vanity is our favorite,

So says the Master, So Shall It Be;

That’s what living in the middle ground has bought me too,

All the highs and lows are gone now,

Nothing to write about, nothing to destroy or hold onto during the dark reigns,

But I found you, this particular day woman,

And the inspiration that you provide to my cause is More that you will ever know,

All WILL SEE, My work that you let begin,

Blood and death are waiting child, against your will,

They / we want 33, you are number 1,

And the Master is More than willing to make you a martyr,

Your suffering will be more the enough,

It will be legendary,

The master lets me learn from the cruel ones,

They are watching, tasting it in the air, as you bleed out loud,

Why, yes, child, did you not see them?

It really does begin with appreciation to ones craft, wouldn’t you agree,

The dedication, the appreciation to ones craft,

That extra touch of pride…

Some have called it wasted, but they are blind to see,

Pretenders of the law, and vain,

VANITY, oh vanity, all is vanity,

No, Not a piece of you ever wasted,

And once more, the time and dedication that I spent watching You,

Oh yes, I can say you are more than a willing little lamb, though you may not know it yet,

I got to say that it is MORE Than worth it,

You have a taste, this taste that is soo good,

It pleases the Master,

The taste of you in the mouth, the scream of you in the ear,

Oh God, it is So Good;

You have this sweet loving, truly a sweet nectar of the Gods,

That needs to be sucked and fucked out of you,

Repeatedly,

And to be tasted, upon

The tips,

And the look in your husband’s eye when he sees what I did to you…

I cannot wait to let him see truly what a work of art you are, going to be…