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if I told you,
It bludgeons willing masochists,
It will blitz
paper mache mended bones
with vicious thrums
of dreadful melodies,
It is
the Devil’s
Darling of deceit,
would you believe me?
if I said,
you will permit It
to splinter your skull
so fucking sweetly,
you will
let It drown your senses
in whiskey sonnets and
second-hand fantasies,
followed by a chaser
of foamy bile,
chunks of shit,
rimmed with feculent salt,
would you believe me?
if I told you,
you will allow this serpent
to pour honey in your ears,
thrust venom deep into
secret vaults hidden in your veins,
you will relinquish your sight
upon the flaming altar of solitude,
a sacrificial offer to Loyalty,
would you believe me?
