Contracts

I split the essence of my singularity

so you can have a half spark

in intervals of wrath and splendid throe
burning vessels we leave our mark.

To dine on pang and drink in regret
divert fractured elements of purity's waste
we scale an intrepid acclivity taunting hate
a paradigm of chaos for you to taste.

I unsheathe my broadsword of sanctity
so I may split wigs with savage happy
the gods shall bathe in the red nectar I
have displayed ooh wheee come what may.

Atrocious animosity little friend of calamity,
slit you from nuts to gullet capture your soul
in my burlap sack, immersing with other glows
who questioned my nobility, my collection
of inhumane ordained blasphemous travesties.

I am a walking inferno of blessed misery
the itch within your innocence hidden key,
filet your integrity into shards of rape, vibrant
dreariness I placate, alone my throne is
pillaging green serenity, void of nothing my
gift to thee; plead between your bleed it feeds
my greed succubus of sin let me in, win win.

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