Dawn cracks upon two horizons
within a labyrinthine of bramble
Neferiti’s adrift with syncope
Amenhotep’s turmoil is inert
peasants renounce caustic bluster
the venerated sun disc rots
” I ruled with temerity.
By decree I offered a new world.
Then the brutes ravaged it.How can anyone concord with the animus beasts?”
yes, kismet is a cunt
She opens wide the stargate
the life portal
cleft of divinity
then there‘s the piteous and impotent
An emasculated Sheppard nailed to sticks
the archetypical misogynist hog
who fails to solve the riddle of yoni
The girl ́s lost miles ahead from where she stares
Fog settles in her sullen eyes
Quite heavily she steps off from the platform
without concern or even care
Apathy eats the hard until there ́s just a nub
She speaks in a monotone
A climate overcast with flat affect
Long ago I had known a different person
But she’s gone now
and all I have is a tired corpse
Wood and concrete fuse with rot
If only these walls were permitted to speak
What value can one hold in light when it highlights death
Persistent admonition that there’s nothing left
Relapse, At first just a fracture
These damning demons are oblivious to most
However I nurse them and raise them and cherish them
Accepting them, mysteries, anxiety and all
Then it unravels
unadjusted eyes cannot identify the devils pissing in my mind
screams, carcinogenic, no sufficient shelter is found
Had I not been gracious enough to award you all front row seats?
Swallow the murky water which will bloat and remove bare flesh
At this feast I encourage the devouring of your Gods
let’s drink from the botched and broken
One thousand gallons of bloated decomposition
induce a little pleasure and ingest psychotropics
Let us take a moment to recall Cain ́s slop
Besotted on Luluwa ́s sweet nectar he demolished Able ́s skull
And the hemoglobins were sucked up by a parched earth
And guess what happened next?
God got his panties in a bunch
To be fair his rationale isn ́t without merit
Need I remind you of the time a snake turnt out Eve?
Nachash slipped old gal the segmented tongue
Of course an intoxicating apple took the blame
You see, God ́s proven to be vindictive and vexing
An impotent clown with tantrums moonlighting as the divine
But heś just a petty parcel of ordure
At the axis we find a source of decay and the blight spreads
What are we left with, to govern the arid and depleted?
we wander as white maggots wiggle in empty sockets
Modicum mutter takes a seated journey
I can’t help that I harvest disdain for silly games
Instructing comportments like a marionette
there’s a catalyst formed in calamity and it leads us to dolor
Fallout drags in my mouth like a mound of worms
Jumbling up word salad with lost cognition
How can anyone peg the sequences anymore
Something has surely hijacked my cerebral functions
Behind my eyes I’m unable to recognize
Though I must say candidly, I couldn’t care less
I call to the nescient believers of television gods
It goes without saying that a great many are away
We remember the bygones of some lost battle
Babbling fools left with a head full of mental hornets
You know that it’s trivial to even finger the ill these days
I need to ask this question, what about the sane
Consider those who are dialed in with fine tune thoughts
a developing fetus, the staple of next era awareness
These charismatic demons feed in plain sight
egotistical little devils love to misbehave
You can fear the insane all that you like
I ́ll keep an eye on those strong minds who self deify
enticing and charming, she ́s got potent seduction
Subdued and silky with lustrous skin
That culling song teases, evokes me outside of society
Her fair complexion ́s absorbed in the full moon’s glow
I find myself inebriated by a bloody and deranged ballet
Elegance delivers the long knives into the abdomen of pigs
Sadie ́s allure draws me closer, I can taste her LSD breath
She ́s mystical, her antics are nefarious and murderously arousing
There’s this complete lack of mercy and it’s got me hot
no time for remorse during war and fuckery
Interlacing bodies allow me to worship her deepest curves
Susanś tongue runs along my spine and does something witchy
I find myself captivated and enslaved, I want to be her pig
Eagerly I beg for the knife to be plunged deep
¨Just to let you know, you´re bleeding all over the carpet.¨
Why do I subject myself to this?
I just had to have my period in a place like this. Blood draws out the dirt bags who behave just like a shark drawn to chum. Without so much as a gander at my surroundings or a peep from my peripherals, I can sense that all eyes at the bar are fixated on my ass. Although this is part of the hunt, I cant help but become enraged over the pigs.
These goddamn cracker ass hillbillies cant seem to make up their drunken minds. Do they want to string a nigger up in the town square or to position themselves between a soft pair of thick ebony thighs? At the moment their heads are full of debauchery but the moment that they find themselves piss poor and unable to fuel their alcohol habits they will head on back to their trailer park to tell the boys all about the little nigger bitch and her bloody twat. These Neanderthals aren´t thinking about the boys right now, no sir, these Nazi fucks are salivating like a hungry hound just at the thought of earning their red wings with some dark meat. Swazi-boot boys never will admit to it but when it comes to jungle fever, they all want a crack at that gash.
In high school these scumbags were throwing their seed carelessly into any pretty set of white legs attached to a flat ass in hopes that the basic bitch Becky will one day offload a fresh Aryan baby who’s blue eyes would make Adolph melt. Despite all that pure-bred horseshit, what really got them firing on all eight cylinders was a true grit, kinky hair, soul sister voodoo queen. Whenever peckerwoods get a taste of the forbidden dark chocolate, they always seem to find themselves wrapped up between thick legs and howling like a fucking timber wolf.
The problem, well for Billy Bob at least, is that I´m much more than just another black gash for him to throw the bologna baton in, I´m a total bitch supreme with an insane hobby. You see, back at the double wide the white Becky collects shit like porcelain dolls and vintage silverware but not this gal. These types of things just don´t do it for me. I´m a total savage and my collection, and obsession, is in obtaining severed white pricks.
Fuck me sideways, I just cant convey properly how much I adore the entire process of lopping off some redneck willy and tossing it into a mason jar filled with formaldehyde. You need to understand that it’s not only collecting the penises that I love, it’s art of seduction used to select and rope in my victim. And something special must be said regarding the dismemberment ritual, it just does something wicked for me. The process of how I actually sever the dicks is nothing short of fascinating.
Every day I exercise my kegel muscles with one of those pussy weights for an hour. Got to keep the old gal strong and ready to attack, so I got no choice but to give the dick grabber one hell of a workout. Then, from a small box, I retrieve a set of specially shaped razor blades which I carefully slide into my pussy hole. This is my fanged vagina, my dentata, and the castrator is ready to have some fun.
Luring the drunken morons is easy, they are completely turned on when a black woman perpetuates racial stereotypes. I guess it gives them this sense of being right in regard to all that supreme race bullshit. They believe wholeheartedly that I’m nothing more than some dumb coon and that I should be honored to be even given the chance to grind and ride that tiny womb broom.
¨My god, I ain´t never seen one quite so big. You think my puss can handle those thin four inches for the entire three-minute duration? ¨
I always love to lay it on thick, to get those true blood fucks all horned up so when their pecker is as hard as a rock, they offer it up, a sacrifice to my hidden trap. Right at the moment when Billy Bob Cross Burner finds himself mere moments away from an epic climax, I flex those kegels and activate the hidden razors. As my pussy chomps down, it stakes a claim on the recently separated cock.
Oh, my fucking God, their faces are always so goddamn satisfying, I find that I just cant control myself. At that moment, I am all horned up with nothing to ride. With the dick still inside me, I rub one out, cumming loud and hard as I stare deep into his dying eyes, watching the light simply fizzle out.
When I´m finished, and Jethro has bled out, I fish the prick from my cunt and toss it into a preservation jar. I stand there for a moment or two, naked with blood running down from between my legs, holding my new trophy. Satisfaction sweeps throughout my body and just before leaving the prickless carcass behind I smile and say ¨Who´s the gash now, motherfucker? ¨