The gods are only the reflection
of your impertinence and misguidance,
broken mirror of appearance ,
just unfinished creatures
who drag you into the dance...
Chessboard objects ,where titans
fight fools returned from the depths,
queens offering themselves to outrage,
abject meat...check mad !
Female,you tasted a fruit of delight,
programing in the cosmic machine
your nakedness to the thirst of the divine !
Shameful genesis, perturbing the serene void,
Eva you were led astray by the father
and moistness for the sons ,
scent of hidden games !
Dogs seeding you with their fiery serpents !
Your orchard is nothing but a wet grove
for jesuitical jerker ...
The spider goddess tangle up her web
on the wood of good and evil's cross ..
Gospel of imposture !
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 5th, 2024 10:19
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Comments2
Powerful work.
thanks for reading Thomas !
There is the subtle slyness in the smile, a hint of craftiness in the eyes. I think she dares, why not. Superb!
Fascinating eternal feminine !
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