His blood drank the white wolves
On his thighs shall the ravens feed
The God of the thunder mount
Gives too much, without a greed.
His hair the bald man rocks
Sewn atop his forged locks
The God of the thunder mount
Gives away without a thought.
His veins are braided unto the sea Maiden's hair
His skin is woven into the King's fabrics
As his immortal conscious is buried deep
The young boys kick his rotten skull
Around the palace hill, steep
His genitals are flagged around
For the celibates to pleasure their eyes with
Whilst the God of thunder mount
Gives up on all his belongings.
His scarce treasures are shared
And his chamber burned to build a castle
His guts are fried in his own oil
And eaten by swines across
With his open shoulder sockets
Played the college girls lacrosse
His eyes are plucked out
Now lay adorned at the jeweller's
The God of giving hasn't learnt his lesson
As he signs away his own limbs and sons.
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Midnight Escapades
PoetryThis book comprises of original works of poetry which revolve around my life experiences, thoughts and ideologies, readers may or may not agree/ relate with some of them. But I nonetheless expect y'all to be kind and generous with your comments. ⚠️...
