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the corpses in mud so corrupt and alluring
as relics of the sinful saints from times past
this land is a grave so boundless and vast
I have yet to grasp what it is obscuring

the blessed and the cursed are amassing
speaking in tongues only they comprehend
do they sing praise of their sins or repent
perishing again with each moment passing

I have finally fallen and won't rise to stand
alas understanding the language of death
though I cannot recite it in life and in breath
for I have now perished and this is my land
oh the burning bush of desire

with the flames of divine revelation
she kindled the lascivious fire

an immense inferno of lewd invitation
luring prophets to their holy cremation

resembling the carnation nahema
its pulchritude blazed with elation

burning with the ardor of gehenna
her hair red as rust
sharply piercing my skin
tainting my blood
with tetanus lechery

time flying by
during our vigorous dalliance
my jaw firmly locked
and my body spasmodic

her lust renders me
utterly catatonic
in an odd rigid trance
throughout my poor flesh

my strongly bound jaw
sealed with ardor
desperately reaches
for the warmth of her haunch

this tetanus shall never
be my ailing demise
for its lecherous haze
is of bound divine rapture
one after another hellbound whiplash
from the whistling infernal crop of sin
administered by the succubus fiend
against my bent back physically aching
yet internally healed by the sinful pains
of inferior flesh so tightly restrained
by binding chains from tartarean depths
so spiritually freeing as is the worship
of carnal sacrilege during sunday mass
religiously devoted to masochistic desire
by unholy veneration of blasphemous lust
bent at the whips and bowed at the feet
of the god incarnate merciless mistress
yesternight’s pale dream
of a lamented maiden
skin frigid to the touch

her putrefied necrosis
veiled by serene opaque
so white it blinds my eyes

her face of porcelain awakens
and stares deep into me
she sees my joyful anguish

and so begins a song angelic
her lips against my ear

we both fall into lament
and elatedly decay

— The End —