Now I slither through the hairline cracks Of sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hells gates wide Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack; My ambition is to slay anon A sinner in the hands of a dirty God, Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais Of light where faith leads truth astray; I slit guts and free the moistest faces Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces; My heart was a wardrum Beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults When number thirteen fell in my lap Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap; My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled At the blurred edges of reason till I was fulfilled; Whors doeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind Her face an avalanche of pearl, Of ruby wine. -C.O.F
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