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Penance
Disengage
let Your Cage
evaporate
this fetid pool of flesh
primitive in how it lets
microscopic dread embed
YOU Never bled
rivers flow Red
only in Convents
YOU remain as pure
as JEHOVAH's
favorite Whore
In other words
You are MORE
than Us scores
of cowering cocks
locked in suits
Im not
but make NO excuse
for my own weakness
the WARNINGS
I resist
I seek You
as I seek
the Abyss
to fall Eternally
enmeshed in Your Sweets
will You Grant
my existence Complete?
We both Agree
Our Substance
MORE than Meat
shed wretched disease
that cleaves
when We secrete
Soon we'll sail
beyond the
frail casings
that anchor
Our intense
Embracing
We'll fly beyond
this putrid
primordial pond
where slimy fish
and their ilk
cant help but
writhe in soiled
stench of mud
of Earth
so far
the ONLY
Mode of Birth
WE will coast
above the
refuse of
gross, toasted,
Silicone based
Race
WE LOVE
outside JEHOVAH's
experimental
Disgrace
Published 26th Aug 2012
| Edited 21st Nov 2019
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26th Aug 2012 00:24am
The Image was Literally taken this morn --
so I guess: C,P 2012 Drivelicious
: > )
so I guess: C,P 2012 Drivelicious
: > )
Anonymous
26th Aug 2012 1:10am
Drivel~you are deep...are you still on vacay?
Strider :)
Strider :)
Thanks for your comments man ---
yeah! Im still in rural Bahamas --
there is a borderline Hurricane/Tropical storm
"Isaac" going on Right Now. CRAZY wind and rain.
The ghostly pic on
this poem was the only shot out of Hundreds that
came close to coming out after an epic cave exploration this morning. Its the carving of an Angel made by a native directly in a stalagmite.
Where the colors came from , I dunno.....
Sorry I havent been commenting-Im so chill that Ive barely been able to write at all....
but this one somehow flowed as freely as
storm rain draining into the nearby sea.
yeah! Im still in rural Bahamas --
there is a borderline Hurricane/Tropical storm
"Isaac" going on Right Now. CRAZY wind and rain.
The ghostly pic on
this poem was the only shot out of Hundreds that
came close to coming out after an epic cave exploration this morning. Its the carving of an Angel made by a native directly in a stalagmite.
Where the colors came from , I dunno.....
Sorry I havent been commenting-Im so chill that Ive barely been able to write at all....
but this one somehow flowed as freely as
storm rain draining into the nearby sea.
26th Aug 2012 1:59am
Well you could be whispering these things to me as i'm fucking your senses or from doggystyle. This is epic your twisted yet genuine chaotic yet somber and i love it thank you so much. Wish I was there with you darling. Damn it seems picture perfect and the words are like a tattoo in my soul. I appreciate yout thoughts while 100os of miles away. kisses.
< humbled -- thanks for being real human bout this. You have power of personality --- you know that. you can affect a real human as easily as you raise a carefully sculptured eyebrow.
: > )
: > )
26th Aug 2012 4:48am
26th Aug 2012 5:01am
thank you for taking the time to read and comment
Revolution............
Revolution............
