incarnadine wounds raping infant flesh
harsh atonement for
sins of the human nature
so, that is how
the toxic trilogy
purges the gates of heaven
victims
all of us
abused by hands wrapped around jewish desire
slay more virgins
and pile them up by the altar
forged of suicide and utter blasphemy
no use in trying now
he is a sadistic bitch just like the rest of us
masochists must be a dying breed
i've played the part of a slut on my knees
pleasing my savior with a skilled tongue
all in vain though, apparently god fakes orgasms
i tire of his little game
like an ill-fated mistress tap dancing in tune
i wait for his screams, his calls of affection
but not forever
i will break the cycle and toss my bible at his feet
kiss me and play it off as misused judgement now
bucking your authority is something i'm fond off
deaf, dumb, and three minutes past blind
your hands still grope the martyrs of necrophilia
crawl into my lap one last time, my beautiful messiah
a parting fuck if nothing else to rid ourselves of any
feelings, doubts, worries, or possibly unrequited love
i'll still say my prayers
and you keep running the world |
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