Poezie
Dire sins
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Thy lips of bloody vermin cum my words,
As black secluded waves of utter silence
Trapped in this peaceful violence
We indulge, as savage beasts yet starve,
Deprived of savage flesh;
Struck by thy lash of bloody nails
On bones of stone rest pale,
The bruises of my flesh...
Gore, gore and thy sweat,
Bring smell of manic sex
In minds and breath of men
Of dire sins,
With fucked up dreams
On gaits of fucked up habits.
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