my soul is emptiness
my heart is sin
i pant as i pound, into your mental-vagina
leviathan emptying pools
technic cum in cybernetic ropes
bukkake advertisery market advisory
bugs in the offing of the crust’s permutations
endless rapes and feasts and jaws squelching
crunching the dead and inanimate and bitter
and sordid as well in the carnival of my macabre christ