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Silky flesh, cold and pure; blanche breast like milk, asleep, but awaiting…

Risen fingers, pointing upwards; pathway of the stellar swords, predators

Unforeseen are the pathways of vice; in the undergrowth crawling

For pristine and foolish feet, in flaring madness, to cruel atone

Fur oozing acrid sweat; sordid and infectious, drooling maws

Wand of pain, torment lash; throbbing and questionably shameful

Rabid dogs from every dead end, eyes of fear are watching

As the moon urinates its blessing upon whom the bells chime

Two as one; clang together, lapidation

Famine of taste; prurient souls through pleasure marasmus

The spring of time came by, as the sun after an eternal night

Morning welcomes by, another session of convenient death wish.