Possibly, unexpected
Allowing a Scorpion that
Of what we still don't know
And let it fall in sculptured blood
By the Swing of his scrotum
The Putatives Grade your pre-judging swoon
Overflowing bashfully to the view of a Shaved God
In the brutal Darkness of an abandoned Horse eye
A second Scissor obtains admission
Over fivefolds of sorrow
And it wasn't just the Chaos
Knitted like clothes
Then when a flaming creature did it
In the self-chosen dances of d**h
And the Darker ones lead
The Seraphs who hurriedly chase the sounds
To Keep back the thoughts of Bursting
A pissed Eel
Whose effigy steps over the edge of the Abyss
No Flames reach me
And no one is already there
Where my d**h Discords with
An Enslaved toy base
No Nail Shadows tears through the stillness
Of my submissive return home
Yet, only to Directly sit itself on a shorter sword belt
Over the consumed shame of my darken ardor
d**h Believes negligence instigates with vehemence
Across the pale ashes that broods a ready to fry Love
And the once straight beam is now bent
And strapped to the wick no more