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Pillbilly

She's just a mall goth skank in Courtney Love's flesh. Digital jail bait. Open wound scissor sisters. The cure is deep inside. Divinity embedded within skeletal matter, salvation within my hands. Lobo Cristo devoured his flock. Carved em' up like the bread of God. Disfigured Christians dancing and twitching to their own rhythms and convulsions. When the time is ripe, I'll cut some moonlight into your belly and spill you deep into the soil, Cuz my blade is thirsty and clean. I'm prone to get ugly, grimmy, and mean. Rabid Believers and their closed casket ceremonies. Remember, nothing you do matters in the end. Everyone will be forgotten at some point. Wasting your last breath on a Virgin whore, as you aspirate upon your own gore. Holy Ghost Sedo-masicist on the TV screen. Just contaminants within the cultural confines of American decline. If you're not apart of the herd, you'll be apart of the hill. It's all neurological at this point. You wouldn't hate me so much if you'd pull your own weight. Bloated belly and tetanus, You're just a panhandler outside of Heaven's Gate. Lucifer's warm amber light, like electric sugar. Warming my bones to the core,... Cascading comfort and enlightenment within tranquil notes. Down the hall, screams of a woman. By her own lacerations. Visceral.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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