Baiting behind boundaries,
Dissecting fantasies
Discordant harmonies...
This is the way of love's cancer;
Inspiring apathy, catching to release,
Circle-jerk egotism, masochistic adoration.
Malice is gifted and adorned, glistening like honey painted over hot, full flesh while logic lies drugged, gorged upon wanton lust.
Swollen, willing victims slither upon torn hands and knees, we lap our blood from a communal dish; sloven beasts chained and dragged by base pleasures, writhing in their own sickly sweet degradation.
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