witches cult

 
lilting in fornicating fauna my womanhood gleans pearls from your steel
sensing your deep ache and eternal need ancient and angry
turning in my thoughts your masculinity so forceful I step back
receding in the marred glassy eyed girl you desire

I long to smash the anarchy in your stare that pins me to childhood fears
where you manipulate my dreams into night terrors
grieving in nocturnal orgasms you conjure the witch who turns you on
spinning my web in jewels of thoughts that glisten thoughts of us

merging as one in servitude to your perversion and I slip deeper into your thrall
sending my esp out on the winds I bring more women to descend
marching to your zombie sickle harvesting the innocent with our song
too many disenchanted hearts lay bare
they gather around us and I watch with my heart keening as you bloodlet

with stars in their eyes they embroider your culted lust to their bosom
giving succor to a new generation of hated throngs of obsessed gawkers
who lend their power to your mesmerizing emptiness

rivers of blood takes on a force of its on drowning us all
relieving us of the forced ideology that we were born into
and returning back to the monsters of belief we once were