She was a shot of tequila,
Gulped by every tippler.
She was a vase of carnations
Set on a high table,
For everyone to smell.
She was a lodge napkin,
To absorb their bodies' muck
She was a cup of cappuccino,
To calm their tactile desires.
They contaminated her,
And she is contaminating,
The gullible satyriasis.
Soon, hearses will be
Moving around!
Saturated in a lustful sin enormously rich-n-jealousy admired by men, Gold,
Rubies, Silk Satin-n-Platinum satyriasis, for women sex brings forth beautiful
children, a goddess, a queen, a prince, a princess or a king, I’ve witnessed Satan
himself set fire to an angel’s wings, while my imagination sipped the most purest
water on earth from a golden fountain, spring clouds call my name before it
rains, the ocean catches my fish, what’s life without blood-n-veins, when the
wind blows it complains, my direction in life has violently changed, I’ve changed
within, I’m no longer saturated in a lustful sin, Hell is the earth’s twin, I saw an
angel’s grin, it handed me a letter, it said Nakym you’ve been forgiven for all
you’ve sinned, leave your flesh behind and only then your life in heaven will
begin, Heaven has no twin, I’d rather sleep and stay here, then awaken and
return to sin. Amen.
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