You hear sounds arising?
Those screams from the ******
Are their calls surprising?
For this is your land.
Oh, faultier great demon,
Disguised by warm flesh.
Sent to hell's warmer sun,
I will learn to mesh.
Thrashed about by others,
Your face attracts all eyes.
Every one a lover,
Drunken by your lies.
Your servant I shall be
Waiting on hand and knee.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
You hear sounds arising?
Those screams from the ******
Are their calls surprising?
For this is your land.
Oh, faultier great demon,
Disguised by warm flesh.
Sent to hell's warmer sun,
I will learn to mesh.
Thrashed about by others,
Your face attracts all eyes.
Every one a lover,
Drunken by your lies.
Your servant I shall be
Waiting on hand and knee.
