Satan's Apple
I wonder if God hates cowards, for
My sins mushroom near Satan's apple
I live and die in my own filth
No human or angel treads
Near my Mandragora hub
Its narcotism excites my senses
Uncotrollable erotic desires
Grip me in its poisonous beauty
I surfeit in my inhumane pleasures
No saviour can save me
From my aphrodisiac pleasures
The spell I cast on all trespassers
To join me in my hell
Whether now or later, I'll trap you
Whether now or later, I'll trap you
April 21, 2016
For Rob Carmack
Inspired by Tom Hawks' song, 'God Hates Cowards'
Mandrakes/ Satan's apple are the fruit of the Mandragora . The plant is known as an aphrodisiac.
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