Which love do you confess
With swollen thorn inside your a**?
For whom her c*nt tolls?
The vulgar bells caress with scorn.
The prickly inner kiss
Let rot your flesh and makes you bleed.
Her bizarre c*nt can bite
A womb in golden barbed wire.
The body piercing between your legs.
Enjoy your torments in clawful s**
In every pimple you wear a ring
You clenched dick
Is looks like mortal sin.
Amoral scum, disheveled hungry c*nt
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 s**.
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*nt
Pulp transfixion, do it now
Swollen organs they're overdone
No carnal spell in purulent smell,
Bacchan*l echoes in the s**less realm.
The goled manacle waiting for you
Inveigled fear, fever and d**h
Painful temptation of
Her scars and stigmas
Convulsive torments
The brilliance of decay