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Devil Requests No Permission

Step into the world of a crazy
Marshmallows aren't what they seem
 clouds in 3d float in the sky
giving the impression that evil  will happen.
Flat on ur back legs apart
Whose is it gonna be you or the dammed in the corner
Murmuring unholy is he
The Sinister the saint
 The forbidden Love 
young girls innocence
Salvating eyes of the darkened soul
Strokes  pleasure
Cent of puberty
 peaks the arrousal
Young virgins purity 
Such Vile creatures ravishing those untainted little  bodies
 entering with such violence
Afterwards Leaving us to be placed on the dining table floor
Hungry dogs lapping up scraps of what little purity is left
Seconds thirds 
I don't know how many
I lost count
Besides it's just 
Daddy's Late-night prayer meeting for the rightous
Doll house perfect
Don't open  the curtain 
pain n misery
Lil China doll on display
Plastic parts inanimate objects
Eat those  smashed bones 
Masked  faces 
choke down  glass shards
 cutting from the inside
Pressure tight cramping pain
Bloated swollen filled
Doesn't it feel good
The Devil requests no permission
Pumping his Pioson inside 
running rampant with in this dirty vessel 
Unwilling bodies made best for the ink blotted stains
Unwelcome serum left to lay inside this unholy child
Rot begins to tarnish the soul
Decaying and death rest between those little girl legs. Of a sticky mess
A resting place for the disguised
It's just a body for the disrurbed
 go clean inside ur secret place
A tribute for the religious
Forbidden fruit 
cherry red apple worm hole rot
The ugly sweet delicious
We never saw there faces
We were unnamed
But they taught us 
Pearl of great price
Something we learned
Earlier in church today
Who knew we were to be auction off to the highest bidder 
Prophets
Missionaries 
It was our  temple they sold

Copyright © Christina Porter | Year Posted 2019

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