vrijdag 26 augustus 2011

THE THROBBING CUNT


Please let me be
Let me go
Let me in
Let me go
Don’t be a no show
A man harnesses his powers from it
It lowers his quaintness

No leverage to pull himself up
No brass hinges to save his soul
No fence can hold a man back
When it’s open and wide
a man goes for the attack

The first thrust is one you’ll never forget
The last thrust you’ll never regret
And when the dust settles down
Your vices are stripped bare to the bone

Desire and hunger are the trades of a bi-legged wilderbeast
Vices and desires are where our two ends meet
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