Cross The Painless Pew – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

you spit on me,
my favitroute friend,
disgusted with my wickness,
you play with my shit,
disgused as a debt paid,
full standsards met,
reversal of nature,
you asked for it,
while the days ticked by,
the sun dropped from the sky,
devil in a red dress,
as it fall to the ground,
knee at my alter,
swallow me,
disgust me,
as I desguse you,
threaten my sainty,
while my mind wanters the painfilled trenches of your attack,
bust me open,
spread my seed…

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