Evil given wit and style

My quill flicks are like writ’s strictures, get the needy addicted and abiding

My style exotic, your style necrotic

Your style bombs, audiences abscond like your breath’s noxious

My lyrical flows administered in strict dose are aboded by demons

The pious and priestly flee me, pagania in my golden fleece

I am that growth diseased; it grown from unclean seed; west’s east

Evil’s nightly surcease, descending to drain me

Training my brain for venality

They teach me ribaldries

Force me to smoke until I’m dribbling, all my sixes tripled

Trouble with me like with Harry, with Tribbles

Blood on the ballcourt, severed head I dribbled

Darkness outdribbling from my nib, a stick of sin

How much without, how much within

Of malignity, more than my fair portion

I am contorted, half aborted brought to term, fanny exhording

Hoarding cursed relics, reversed cross hangs at my chest

Satan’s son if I had to guess

Dad guesting on a track

You won’t lack fire anymore, you’re on the right track for that

You will bath in heat such as makes a sun elapse, collapsing

Like a chocolate egg in a faun’s lap.


My birth cert and house deeds signed in blood

I maintain youthful vigour bathing in Megiddo mud

My throat a fiend and trickster, my mind a tyrannical Remus

I am sent dreams by He dreamless yet sleeping

They have sent out me, retarded bard, to dim Christ’s image

I am the black mage below whom covens scrimmage like eels

Staring into ebon mirrors with pocked noses bunnyscrunched

Voice claiming to belong to Gabriel sure says cunt a lot

Gimpsuit pope in leatherstockings, his riding crop whistling

His fisting Caligulan in swiftness like a piston

I smoke fifteen piffs, write some lyrics then off drift to Nod’s gifts

Something outside my body animates me, makes fists, steers my wrists

Making pretty pictures, glyphs even I cannot decode, oceans in my head

In constant commotion, rings equalling draupnir’s maximum spread out

My eyes are the scout cameras of off-world denizens, scrying for answers

Chinks, weaknesses in our defenses, testing our capacity offensive

Testing are we pensive or aggressive, how best we are dealt with

Like a bad smell, they tend to agree, are we best withdealt forthwith.

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