she bleeds life forever.
She licks my tongue like fire,
she floats in the wind and fills the world with unspoken satire.
Oh! the pain she brings!
Rhythms of death and desire,
flames of the bridal pyre.
Needles in the spine,
of a newborn porcupine.
Oh! the cruel lady, she!
Death fills her orgasm,
with screams of sarcasm,
Survival seems desperation at best,
smiling at fate, crying for the rest.
She! the giver and taker of life!
She giveth the role,
she taketh the soul.
She made us all,
she eats us whole.
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