Momo the vile created this world.
And he won't stop until his purposes unfurl.
We are osyters with no pearls.
I wish there was a solution divine.
I wish we could fly but so far I am powerless to sprout wings on my spine.
Fecal Louse squirming around on my eye ball. The Worm Wood and The Gall. The Defecation of Mephistopheles has sexed the bacterial infection in my eye, ripe for the lice to masticate into rotten dysmorphic gore. I don't know what life is all about. If only I could fly said Blaze Foley. I can hardly stand without being thwarted with a million trials of the mental tempest.
I saw through blind dark.
I heard the Litany of a canine howl bark.
I was filleted with a roses briar.
I had to slaughter the flowering lilac friars.
Frankincense Foox. Necrophiliac Lilac.
My prick flowered and budded with the crowing cock of a dead man.
The Rebel Saber defacing Metropolis Sidon
The grand wizard wailing buck fiden
the Nephilim Presbyters and the Yankee's Glittered Lipoma and the Maggots Roosted in Faggot eye pouch
If a blue gum molests, slash with latter rain blade and send him to his fiery couch
Panhandler by the road of magnesium, get him a whiskey of Satan's pick
let him exchange his soul for a perfected prick
Satan's road goes on forever, he gambles his way for everything you need and gives you everything you don't
his oath is he'll give you what want, he never mentions what gifts he won't
he wont give you what you truly need and crave in the deepest hole inside you
he is the god of this present evil age, he is perfected in sin and the art of flattery of who he longs to woo
Gambling Dice, pubic Lice
Bile vile necrophile
Slice my eyes under flat affect skies
Lake of sulfur rise above my bardash thighs
As my circuit fries with those circus lies
As my freedom dies I hear bothersome flies
Eat the flesh of messiah for 13 dollars
Apostates sell the eucharist for the first 6 callers ?
I'm an anarcho Marxist gay
So don't my dress fillet
I'm a pantheist buddhist girl
Gelatinous Larvae suckling the marrow out the bone
The chewing of earwax on the telephone
Chew A tac
Insert on in your ball sack
This. is. holy. All is Holy. Holy is All.
All is absurd and mad and dead.
Boistous Bardash Refrain.
Ever since you dated that skinny little twink
You know I've been gagging over the kitchen sink
You went behind my back and You cut my hair
Then I knew that this vain chaff life isn't any fair
Kids these days are full of shit
They are cursed by holy writ
Tits like zits
Graves woeful pit
An anathema, A Malison on Mahound
Hail Ala the greatest of deceivers
Kill the people of the book whever you find them
Religion of peace, I beg to differ
But on the other side of the coin
How can my prick get any stiffer
At lustful thoughts of the male groin
O what a boistous Bardash am I
My nature is sometimes to submit
And sometimes to defy
Refrain for the maggot faggot
Take it up the ass hole
Expirienced at taking poles
Wambling in the tum tum of the Jackal
I can't get a break
For my own sake
But instead I fuck pricks in Momo's wake
Greedy sex of a Bardash of hell
Lars Limbo is swell
I saw a vision of a pale mask gore.
I lack what I seek and ask for.
I saw the stars in heaven were pawns.
The supernovas ripe and now gone.
I heard the tale of two conjoined ghasts.
I heard the Gypsy wind contort my mast.
I am the first but mostly the last.
What is presently occuring is now past.
All is illusion in the divine spirit from which all derives
A shattered illusion of vices and worthless lives.
Dathan Fillets termers as a rite to the divine Theos Momo
His threw is that of a tetchy assailant, chomo
We thirled the elder's tummy, O to girden his potent and savor his tortured gangle
Gar a cauldron of tharm like paste after we grope and strangle
Lither of Limbo
Dathan and the Demoniac
Eternal Male Make
Husband in fact
Maggot Faggot Pact
Lars Limbo is verily a himbo, a taunt
Said the Christian copromaniac, gaunt
For caca is meat but it doesn't make one a chub
Life is a slithering grub, life is a big flub
The gelatinous worm is eaten before life starts
The big flub is a puny flub when all ends in the dead heart
Wambling in the tum of the Jackal who chews a tac
Bloodied lips, required innocence, required super human offices we lack.
Merci pour la lecture!