Fresh night perfect insanity

very dark placid skies bring an end

No moon shining like an untouched

ass of the boy next door

feeling the first impressions

of a strange drug

set the leathery skin of a female

straddling a furnace

illuminates in blue

hands melt against it's surface

feel no pain

kiss the burner, lips fall away

blood runs down insides

of her thighs

she tightens her grip on one last

exaggerated movement

then falls to the ground

a pile of ashes

the furnace stands triumphant

over the mound

the next in line, a young boy

approaches

he is assaulted by the flames

shooting out like sharp tongues

of hungry animals

of hungry animals

the disciple now crouches in

the belly of god

his second skin removed

the boy lay sodomized and tired