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All Hail Caligula  

I rape little children, corrupting their innocence    
caressing their soft, young skin    
playthings for my amusement, indulging my desires    
I make them squeal with pleasure    
   
Human mouths I use as toilets, squatting down at my feet      
my warm stream to be swallowed    
licking me clean after defecating, before cutting out their tongues        
   
I hold endless banquets of gluttony and passion            
feasting on my wife before tasting other supple delicacies    
all the while my sisters kneel under the table, taking turns on me    
orgies of bizarre sex, masses of twisted, grotesque positions    
my wife in the middle sampled by many, my smile grows at the sight    
for hours I defile my sisters and their husbands, before having them murdered    
   
I kill for the enjoyment    
small cuts, made slowly over days    
dying painfully, lingering forever    
I make the families watch every moment    
my laughter accompanies the pleads for death    
   
Heads on poles adorn my gardens    
tortured expressions still fresh on the faces    
the mouths tender and ripe to sodomize    
as breakfast is savored between thrusts    
   
I declare myself a living god, greater than Jupiter    
a god of all gods worshiped by Rome    
statues erected in my image proliferate the empire    
Senators bow to me, their wives I violate savagely    
sacrifices demanded, "throw everyone to the lions’ growls"    
"Bound those who object, and rip out their eyes"    
"Let them hate me as long as they fear me"    
   
Three months I suffered of unknown sickness    
my brain now diseased, ravaged by mental illness    
touched by the devil, I’ve plunged into madness    
my parents brutally killed, my brothers exiled to die    
a childhood of depravity and debauchery forced upon me    
reared to be a viper for the Roman people    
I am a victim of Rome’s tyranny    
   
   
   
   
The emperor has abolished all honest critiquing and friendly feedback. Worship is hereby decreed.    
 
Written by Mourningcloak
Published | Edited 17th Apr 2014
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