I can feel the hot air about my skin
your breath, liquid steel, suffused with sin
I drown in the noxious, bilious, secretions of your love
lungs filled with the feathers of a black dove
“Oh you greatest of lovers
No iron shirt will avail you tonightâ€
The Wheel of Suffering
it spins and spins
rats leading, piper follows
and from deep within the weeping c*nt
life is forever shunned
“Oh you greatest of lovers
No iron shirt will avail you tonight
for molten rock follows our stride
We ride, yes, we ride!â€
I light your fire
I destroy your heaven
I recreate your world
I now add the 1 to form the 11
Small steps at first
but ever faster go the feet that move the burning boy
he is pacing through a thousand dreams
and nothing may break his stride
and dreams begin to form,
from beyond a shape can be seen
a nightly, stark, gaunt figure
hovers among the stars that mock us
even as we dream to attain their shine