Eating Red

Eat the red
Stained with glass.
And I shall touch
The regal sash.
A final place where shall I need?

Arch the pillars.
Bankrupt the palace
Stained with blood.
The second palace
Is stained with cum.
But who is the martyr?

Rip the fetis.
Blue the wine.
Slap the color out of time.
For that is the house
That I shall build.
That is the leg I stand jigidly.

Perm the lady
As she lusts.
As the boys are all she touch.
The boys they shall drink
Until they are wicked drunk.
And rape is on there mind.
Is that the rape we lust for?
Is that the way we hunger?