Body Frames I Lust Upon (A Rapist's Mourn)

I laid down.

I woke up after hours of the acoma.

Everybody was laying on the ground like paper cut up.

This was when I knew what was coming for me.

This was when my violent arousal started to wet itself.

The feeling of a deep perseverence that you have the need to go for.

The feeling of the need to feed upon the dead love that bore you.

I know Im crazy, and I know Im speechless.

I know Im worth the values that I terminate, and have the shines of a diamond.

But all the diamonds I saw was calling my name.

I was calling them.

Im sorry. My passion killed your people.

But they were my tribe not yours.

Let me tell.

Their body were the smell of starships and raindust that formed from the dead reindeers of the father time holiday.

But I took into. And made them my bed of rumpseed oil and my filthy desires of thigh blood.

Their body were exsposed to the radient of a lie atmosphere, that blew the life of clean toxins.

But I took into. Garroted each limb. tore each legiment. And gave it unto my flesh of sexual nightmares they shall have.

Though they are asleep in hell's erotic chambers.

The gates shalt they bow before.

And at that very moment.

I shall say Im sorry.

And when they smell what happend to them on earth.

In the after life with me...

I will do it all over again.