Which love do you confess
With swollen thorn inside your a*s?
For whom her c**t tolls?
The vulgar bells caress with
scorn.
The prickly inner kiss
Let rot your flesh and makes you bleed.
Her bizarre c**t can bite
A womb in golden barbed
wire.
The body piercing between your legs.
Enjoy your torments in clawful sex
In every pimple you wear a ring
You clenched
dick
Is looks like mortal sin.
Amoral scum, disheveled hungry c**t
Wet, open and diseased
The inflammation enslave your
pulp,
And pus corrode your rings.
The cold prosthesis between your legs
Enjoy the frigidity and forget about sex.
On every
pimple where you wore a ring.
Now you wear only bandage and stink,
Her nipples is sealed by rings
No milk for baby -
crumpling instinct
With chemical milk to chemical sleeps.
Chemical zombie - no head only rings
The secretion pus dripping
with flies
Everywhere from her holeful c**t
Pulp transfixion, do it now
Swollen organs they're overdone
No carnal spell in
purulent smell,
Bacchanal echoes in the sexless realm.
The goled manacle waiting for you
Inveigled fear, fever and
death
Painful temptation of
Her scars and stigmas
Convulsive torments
The brilliance of decay
