Rape- is it a soul that yearns
Abuse- another dead body turns moralistic-needing that feeling-oh yeah-it burns. Dark and desolute I reaproach that god- he is a hypocrite- lost in my year my hands- hand upon myself sexual gratifaction- I guess this time jesus is on vacation attempting to make his fuck robe white- you fucking liar you're no no surgeon of light- prurient dreams of sexual frustration- eternal miss- guidance in this damnation sweetness and purity lieing behind our hate- even though we fight it, it's just been sedated because I see it and it does shine through- we just kid ourselves trying to believe it's virtue- we are young and trying to experience everything how many resurrections did I finnaly become a man- lets stop one day and behold our crush- it's beautiful. You know like that poison ivy lush.
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The Ugly Vampire
PoetryThis is a book of poems that my biological father, Anthony, wrote. The original book is literally poems my mother @ElleRose69 and father Anthony would write back and forth to each other, the relationship being 3 to 4 years long. The book shows a re...
