To listen to God, To curse upon God

The twisted lines all bitter 

and vulgar,

to every extent those words 

bring us further,

to old age and repentance,

our youth and our stories,

the child hood of virtue,

and adulthood, 

fewer boundaries

Sexual desires, 

and addictions arise,

presence of brutal convictions,

decline,

Define those times of which you felt you were pure,

and replenish your bitter soul,

through De Sade, 

"Alore!"

Tough my actions seem to aim,

towards no sense in time,

for death awaits us all,

god will deem,

or decline 

London's Frustrated

I'm frustrated beyond belief

Under London's wet pale skies,

My visions of future recognition

And told of messages divine,

Frightened and disfigured

Dark changes arrive,

As bottomless as evils

can never survive.

To what name I give

To a hole so deep and shift,

Beyond the hills the flowers grow,

Wild to the sent of bliss

MARQUIS DE SADE AND THE LIBERTINE

Caress a cut and pushed to bleed

niche area's need niche needs

beaten bones and bruised to please

area's grouped, slashed to stream

licked lips, like loving love

madman managing to take control of his tongue

the sheer serenity

the ultimate penalty 

of taking a girls closed virginity

raked and raped

beaten and miss-shaped

pleasure pounding

deemed with a prosperous prostate

these needs be notorious needs

for a man of liberal

and shameless deeds

but all the better

my tastes become wetter

when the culprit cries

ridden between their thighs

and eventually cracking under the pressure

and to the penultimate of this libertine regime

a naked ass, exposed and creamed

MIAOW

Would you like this kitty
to lick you pretty,
Would you like your tongue
mould into a piece of gum,

Spat out,
your words become to harsh to ignore,
your ideals of life in reality are such a bore,

But with this kitty
she'll keep you pretty
I've got no time to hear how life is so shitty,
Progress from the stars
and head to the bars
life can always get more than just gritty

Pop the Shock

My timings pushed against the clock
as i stutter to say
I'm paralyzed and grasped in shock
the television's been nicked today,

My CD's, headphones, wallet and key's
my new camera which my dad gave to me
my cash and change
my photo-frames,
my fancy new pristine watch
my car I'd just fixed the clutch
the sofa's i'll never see again
the comfort and irreplaceable stain,

My computer snatched from my table top
my pills taken only to pop,

And standing here grasped in shock
I need to change the lock