Whether it be.....
the scratch of the razor
or the claws of agony.
One thing you can be certain;
mankinds pride and history
pleads to demonize.
In this feast
reaping power I receive.
Drained, devoured,
sipped and savored,
mortal breath eternally
breeds me STRONGER.
Shoot me up,
or drink it down.
I'll be your sweet guilt-free
seductive remedy.
Sleep all day and play all night
I'll in-flate you endlessly.
Soft cashmere blankets
woven carefully,
swaddle self-denials tight,
unto dark cribs of sleep.
Hell, would only be to happy
to sing their lullabyes
of self-pity each and every night.
My dear sweet child
don't blame yourself
Demonize and lavish
it.... ALL...... unto me.
No friend of hell..
is mankinds...WILL...
Demonize me.
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