Pilars Of Insanity?
Stripped down, bare naked, I drag you down the basement,Chaines strapped around your bruised body...
Sex is a game...you did not have to take it so personally,
I put you on display and treat you like the witch you are...
You won't be getting far,
I sit back and smoke my cigar,
A melody of your demise plays smoothly through my eardrums,
Sing together with me,let's share this moment with family,
Brutal force makes rough foreplay,
Now take this with you in the hereafter,
While I continue my massacre,
No, I am no psychopat,
Nor sadistic, I am my own conscience,
Fueled by a female scent,
Wet panties are served for dessert,
The feather I'm writing with dipped not in ink but in monthly juice,
My love for woman is greater then the leaning tower of pizza,
Only I am straight sharing nothing but mutual respect,
The full usage of your body should be used when making sweet love,
The full usage of your power should not be forgotten aswell...
Poetry by Catacomb Villain
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Written on 2006-11-18 at 19:59
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