Behold, fresh tempting Venus, masked bar a flaxen halo braid,
You prick tease doll I'd gladly shave bald and strip to flaunt what your Daddy made,
Here spits the flagitious serpent's acetonic toxic hiss.
I'll endlessly puke on your bleeding gash and hose it down with gushing piss.
Spent be one's auspicious dreams emboldened by the love they bade -
A fairytale's a fuckless waste pumping lead up your end until you've paid
Glazing elms in viscid crimson lacquer so trunks and tips kiss
With sore and open shafts and tags that pus as I steadily thrust and miss.
Standing vague and redolent through the grey miasma anneal
My bastard psycho urges sicken sheeple scum but add to my appeal,
Ever gleaning their remnants, serving debris to pulse a plot.
Feeding on shit, sweating out their fears as they run frenziedly from my shot,
The machination flounders fleeced of traction for the treadwheel -
"Stay low, stay low!" Let me crush your bones beneath me, let your body squeal.
Loose grit scatters, expunging the weak as the rare ocelot.
I'll call you a cunt because YOU ARE A CUNT, whether I am one or not,
Perspiring pearly patterns both mesmeric and sublime,
Pulling tight my noose and giving death a stare, becoming master of time,
Cajoling vim swathes amidst a low battalion of one,
Being both the thoughts that rage away inside and the actions I have done.
Selection leans habitually towards a merciless prime
So don't be fooled into hoping something this grotesque is a playful mime,
Like lunar light does coldly deal the latent fiery sun.
Accept you will never know me, your dishevelled, flushed and aborted son.
Earthly born and risen not, devices to ascend are moot
For an angry and thick, common and caged, disgruntled and ambitious brute
If sickly, affected soil be forced to produce your shoot.
Watch me eat my rotting placenta and rip the cord like a tangled root.