Little Boots
The emperor of death,Emporer of self,
Emperor of you,
Emperor of youth,
Shine my throne, removing filth,
Reckless actions, your face shows guilt,
Clash of titans, empty seat,
Vile mouth, deactivate heartbeat,
Have you had enough wine?
Have some more...
Force him, tie off his genitals, you filthy whore,
Bladder swollen, make an incision,
Let's all enjoy wine and gore,
An orgy in the diningroom, seed, you will consume,
Let's all share our love, lend me your wife and perhaps your hand,
You dare to refuse me?
You'll end up, head above sand,
My wedding gift to you,
The loss of your wife's virginity,
Be my guest and watch, enjoy this till infinity,
Whipped cream and soliva,
I'll explore your inner depths,
With my index finger,
My boy, sit still, my, you're quite the singer,
My sister is gone, who else is there to rely on?
A lousy Queen on my right, daughter on the left,
Throw some gold at my people and laugh out loud,
Remember me happy,
For they are about to stab me,
Blood runs cold from the marble staircase,
Eyes wide open,
Yet I reached my goal,
For a short, but memorable period,
I leave with a smiley face...
Poetry by Catacomb Villain
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Written on 2007-02-11 at 19:16
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