i:
My heart, a butterfly
confined to gilded cage,
and God a cruel child,
laughing in my face
whilst tearing my wings,
separating me
from what makes me real.
Sharp silver tongues
brand me inadequate,
preach my insignificance,
sodomizing my virgin flesh
as I writhe, tormented and shamed,
yet his bloodlust is insatiable.
ii:
Fueled by devastation,
each crimson orgasm
feeds His sadistic lust,
as I try desperately
to quell His savage desires,
craving pain to purge abscesses
as his lethal assault rages on.
iii:
Crippled by fear, abandoned;
in fetal position, sacrificed
upon the killing floor.
He watches as,
stripped of my dignity,
I fall to ruin,
cry myself to sleep;
screaming at God
to let it end,
a mockery of my prayers.














you never cease to amaze me hun I luffles you lor lor


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