Lusting for mirror creatures (competition poem)

 There is no more such gluttonous creature
Than a seraph fallen of grace
Hell bent on earths carnal pleasures
From that of promiscuous harlots
Caught in the webs of immaculate desire,
For the pernicious caress of a true cold mirrors phantom

Oh,
If only the holy one of thorns had known
(If ever there was a god)
Of the retributions from a sadists pleasure
So willingly sought after by the bleeding whore
Who's fancy is that of vile tounges
(Sharp as diamonds clad in sandpaper buds)
In the throes of impetuous passion

Yet weep yee not for such a demoralized travesty
For lustful demons are fabricated by every masochistic maidens fantasies
And they do not disguise their longing
But rather thrust it in awe of both parties needs
So every victim of a heavenless speculum
Got what that bitch had fuckin' cumming