O most luscious cenobite,

you wield your whip

as though it were another appendage;

Favor me with pleasure-pain,

rip me with your claws

Chew me with your saw-toothed cunt



Dead eyes alive with darkness to match their sockets,

they blaze with unmatched cruelty

Leave those long thorns embedded in your scalp,

They look stuck in far enough to hurt



Hell's polyhedron has blessed you

Your peerless beauty drips of sin

In this time of configuration,

blessed order shall prevail

Two sides to the war on flesh

Leviathan, who can't smile, beams



Encased in leather as it is,

I can't drink from your neck

It shall remain its soft, cold, blue-white:

I'll bind your pround breasts with barbed wire

I wish to partake of their nectar... Is it pus?



I might breach your zippers

and open your face

I might gag you with an urchin

I long to hear a quiet sight escape

your lovely lips as I bite your fettered, smooth thighs



Love subverted, lust perverted

Bitch-goddess Abigor's pretty face

can mask her suffering

Make you worship both her and her needles



Subjugate it, perforate it,

flesh reordered isflesh of use

I now rededicate my life

to what Abigor has shown me