They took away my pen
and handed me a revolution.
Wet dreaming,
I escape the prison
of malcontent
and enter the gates of a
somewhat tainted heaven.
Oh fuck,
the girl heads up my
sign of the times
with alchemy pens and serpent fangs,
gives me
gravediggers and incumbents,
hell froze over
and left me dripping,
aching to be inside you
with my surging energy,
giving you pleasure.
I want to
thrust you deep into me,
grasping for the trees
around us,
heads of the church aside,
we beg to be awakened together
in a flash of spirit and sex.
Though, be oh so careful in the darkness...
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