Bullets stand erect directly projecting from
The decaying flesh hugging gauzy esophaguses
Like unicorn horns delivering vast oceans
Of blood oaths upon their palms
With octave ranges of innocent angels
Tainted with the sexy sins carved
By the tainted fingers of evil deeds
Awaiting the taste of the nether regions
Of a destitute harlot; I must warn you
She grows weary of using her body
As a pedestal to your waterfalls of semen
Yet she suckles your penis with the fury
Of a thousand demons on the prowl to slaughter
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