He

Gang

I wrote this when I was in an absolute rage!

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depart from me, sinful beast

how He consumes the shattered edges of my ladylike composure

smashing me like the glasses

of vodka i pour

antidote in a glass...

in order to forget the streetlight murders

in the midnight sarcophagus.

it's gang rape

it's gang rape!

how He laughs and He splutters

as they throw me in the gutters

i'm a ragdoll for their pleasure

i'm a sex doll

loose and needy for the choir and the chorus of melodies

they sting me

with their scorpion tails

it's gang rape

it's gang rape!

i plead with their souls to let me die

as they surround me in machete shadows

their figurines satirical heroes embodied in the slant of knives

He laughs at me in whimsical octaves of sheer murder

and sadistic eyes

the nostalgia of how i made Him laugh when He loved me-

baby, how do you like My demons?

daddy don't force them to fuck me to learn lessons i can't count

the arithmetic

the equation too difficult

as countless men shroud me in their masculinity

holy trinity

couldn't save me from the Devil's snares

commit the unforgivable sin for Me

and make me commit it over and over

extreme blasphemy

as they mould my body out of clay and dirt and shrapnel shards

i was not taken from His rib

master!

master!

master!

it's gang rape

it's gang rape!

they slot inside me like disjointed jigsaw pieces

sharing my body parts

feasting on the beat drop

of my heart

bukkake faced and tear stricken

i weep into the streets

naked

whore of babylon

i'll murder these sadists

one by one

i am their master

bow to me

i was once a submissive in the nightshade

in the torrential downpour

but now i am the serial killer

on a mass murder spree

i turn the gun they turned on me

onto society

victim blame your mistress

of the damsels in distress

marvel at these wounds

the men left upon my white flesh

renaissance painting...

it's gang rape

it's gang rape!

look at my barking hounds

i let loose

as the men shred my lace garments

i am a vacant motel

for these seedy guests.

did you think you could dominante Me?

i spit at His feet

as they rape me.

they wash my toes

with demonic tongues.

Satan Satan Satan Satan

my dearest father

save me

from the crowd and onslaught

of rapists.

- ©️ Mars Saturnia