Fuck Me Lord

by Occult Fan

Strike me with your subtle essence

drive my nerves from the inside

way unto the light

be the hight might

I am the one who follows my own rabbit chasing the carrot on the end of the hangman’s noose when the end comes snapping down too soon

 

no doom

can stop us

no tomb

will hold us

we are

eternal

motherfuckers know it

 

now the light is shining over the mountain horizon two peaks stare thricing to the third eye owl higher than your sign in the wheel you think you belong to

but you are all along

just armageddon

singing an apocalypse song

so strong

your feminine might

will wash us clean

from indolence and fright

and all the massive machine gun dealers

will die by their own plight

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