Self Hate

Your hatred of soul,
Was taught to u young,
By the pure ones,
Who pass gas with a trumpet mute,

losing their mating dance,

Hating their origins,
Teaching that seemed normal,
But the cracks of repression,
Couldn't hold back the orgasm,
Leaking into your eye lids,
Into your vision of passion,
For that is where we all squirt from,
Only to meet your medicine animal,
The one that taught u to love your pleasure,
Your vessel to that experience,
Your lense to see light,
Pleasure is that light,
And anyone who tells u different,
Needs to look into a loving mirror,
They hate themselves