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    Lord Abortion

    I was born with a birthmark of cinders
    Debris cast from the stars and Mother
    A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
    Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her

    Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
    The bonesaw on the backseat
    On this bitter night of giving head
    A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
    Lump in the throat, on my come choke
    The killing joke worn thin with breath

    I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue
    Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through

    Aah! Nostalgia grows
    Now times nine or ten
    Within this vice den called a soul
    Dying resurrection
    I dig deep to come again
    The spasm of orgasm on a roll...

    I live the slow serrated rape
    The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
    Victims force fed thair own face
    Tear stains upon the drape
    I should compare them
    To a warm Summer's day
    But to the letter, it is better
    To lichen their names to a grave

    Counting My years on an abacus strung
    With labial rings and heartstrings undone

    Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
    The bonesaw on the backseat
    On this bitter night of giving head
    A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
    Lump in the throat, on My come choke
    The killing joke worn thin with breath

    Horrorscopes My diorama
    A twelve part (so far) psychodrama
    Another chained I mean to harm Her
    Inside as well as out
    A perverts gasp inside the mask
    I'm hard, blow My house of cards
    All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts
    In brute vermillion parts...

    Now I slither through the hairline cracks
    In sanity, best watch your back

    Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide
    Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack

    My ambition is to slay anon
    A sinner in the hands of a dirty God
    Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais
    Of light where faith leads truth astray

    I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces
    Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
    Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
    Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within

    "My heart was a wardrum beat
    By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
    When number thirteen fell in My lap
    Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
    My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
    At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
    Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into
    A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
    She went out like the light in My mind
    Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...
    Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks
    Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch
    I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously
    But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?
    I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
    Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..."

    The suspect shadow sher they least
    Expect My burning grasp to reach

    The stranglehold, the opened arms
    Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred

    Rainbows that My razors wrung
    Midst Her screams and seams undone
    Sung at the top of punctured lungs
    I bite My spiteful tongue
    Lest curses spat from primal lairs
    Freeze romance where Angels, bare
    Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
    I weep, they merely stare...
    And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.

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