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Your eyes are no more the brown crystals
where I found solace,
they have turned shallow
and I have yet to find sweet escape.
Your hands knew nothing but carnal things
and they will not know love.
You're a pig that I spurn,
you will be every woman's whore
each will squirt upon you and then cast you into the streets.
You were born to be a whoremonger,
nothing more.
You were destined for such lowliness,
you will know nothing but the dirt
from a woman's rectum,
that's all you will be fed by each 'true love'.
Each apple of your eye will spit in your socket
and urinate on your soul!
I will be waiting near and laugh at your misfortune
and trample you as I boast of my achievements and greatness.
If you knew what was good for you,
you would kneel to me,
kiss my feet and eat my squirt,
smiling and thanking me dearly
for such a golden opportunity.
Kiss me goodbye,
let me taste your slutty lips
and I'll spit up if your kiss should taste foul.
I'll leave you with a memory that will repeat itself,
one that will torment you to where you will fool yourself
and make yourself vomit and defecate in desperation
to rid yourself of the soul disease.
Neither of us will ever find comfort,
I pray that I am certain of this.
I hope your mind will record every hiss,
every dead kiss and wart
that you encounter with your users.
We will not know Heaven,
we will die eternally in the darkness
that is coming quick upon us.
Take delight in each thrust,
in each disease that fuels your lust,
and I will continue to bath in time's bittersweet dust.
Melissa Hurst
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Wednesday, December 03, 2008 |
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Wednesday, December 03, 2008 |
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