How can my eyes hunger for tormentors bodies
where in my soul can I find desires for sadists
Eves threw on fitted coats of Marquis de Sade
borrowed his manuals and added even more pages
pierced the heart of a Dove defending his nest with lethal pins
And in joyous indignities with devilment aplomp
they reclined and crackled in wanton doltishness
He thinks of and desires us and wants to make amor with us

How can a heart marinated in love truely sincere
a soul ready to die rather than any harm to Eves
Be mother or sister or perchance even a stranger
alas in utter ******* and grotesque situation dire
Come undone with healthy pristine heart ripped to pieces
hung drawn and quartered and sliced in tiny morsels
Like fish baits for mice and minnows or hens clucking
All at the hands of Sirens who worshipped in Satan's cravens

How can a soul with only the spark of Salvation aglow
where it once housed his heart and enduring humanity
With brimful joy and devotions in fitting measures true
as all Eves where to him nowt but sisters and earth angels
Now his burning blood runs cold like rivelets in the Arctic
their words ring hollow and smiles shows rapiers of snakes
Nothing stirs desires for all Eves now seem and look like wicked corpses
Delilahs' wrecking vengeance on Samsons in wickedness supreme


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Give them minds, don't leave them bereft
aspirations murdered by inherent arrogance
cossetted indulgences in thoughtless frames
the tragedies of their lives celebrated in vacuous pits

You are nothing when resentments are your spurs
because in emptiness only envy and jealousy owns you
ignorance in deprived and depraved guises your domiciles
in such mires you thrive behind the closed doors of your minds

Your worth is the sum total of the negativism of you
confused minds spewing the fears and turmoils of feral legacies
as begging opportunities are snapped by browns and blacks
yous in supreme ailments and doltishness claims status fools
the dumb short changed albinos grandstanding your ***** for *****

Oh, you german man
look at what you've done
can't you see you are feeding the masses
its feed the poor eat the rich for you are chocolate
a special luxuriously smooth dark limited deluxe edition
exclusively made in palaces and a once in a life-time treat for masses
the town crier in Neon is yelling with bells ringing and crowds throng
so sweet and irresistible is the taste its driven some insane
the're writing verses, poems and making up stories galore
not used to such indulgence they have gone indulgent
and now can't help but revert to the base trait inherent
gorging themselves silly, cavorting like drunk belugas
in wanton doltishness a feeding frenzy of unshackled minds  german man, do let them be, let them have their time
such a delicacy has not graced their lips before
its only natural they will preen and pose
in tatters and rags they'll feel like kings
and invent tales of power and might
and revel in dreams of chocolate
eaten to their hearts' stupor
kids in a candy store
luxury chocolate
no need to steal
open season
fill yer boots
come one
come
all

Their mind ****
spectacularly backfired
their very important trump card
became a busted flush
so in inherent doltishness
and neglecting the logs in their eyes
they took up Art
and got a white canvass
said they were painting a landscape with trees
and used only white paint
they titled it
Sophistry in Motion
because they all could see
what's not there