Which love do you confess

With swollen thorn inside your ass?

For whom her cunt tolls?

The vulgar bells caress with scorn.

The prickly inner kiss

Let rot your flesh and makes you bleed.

Her bizarre cunt can bite

A womb in golden barbed wire.



The body piercing between your legs.

Enjoy your torments in clawful sex

In every pimple you wear a ring

You clenched dick

Is looks like mortal sin.



Amoral scum, disheveled hungry cunt

Wet, open and diseased

The inflammation enslave your pulp,

And pus corrode your rings.



The cold prosthesis between your legs

Enjoy the frigidity and forget about sex.

On every pimple where you wore a ring.

Now you wear only bandage and stink,



Her nipples is sealed by rings

No milk for baby - crumpling instinct

With chemical milk to chemical sleeps.

Chemical zombie - no head only rings



The secretion pus dripping with flies

Everywhere from her holeful cunt

Pulp transfixion, do it now

Swollen organs they're overdone



No carnal spell in purulent smell,

Bacchanal echoes in the sexless realm.

The goled manacle waiting for you

Inveigled fear, fever and death



Painful temptation of

Her scars and stigmas

Convulsive torments

The brilliance of decay