Mi Oni Me

This is an archaic phantasmagoria. Of Lust & Pain. Of Pure and Perfect.

From afar we see the coming Pandora

Her box, held in the palm ov both her hands

Are like vibrating prisms though blacker than cole

Ingrained are the cosmos we think we command

"Laughs"

It's a devilish plan

Her walk is so gracious, were heaven a man, like I

And I see like a heavy new lense

Her eyes are so wicked

A Hellish new sin, her body vindictive

Embellished within

Evoking the Mistress ov Death to descend

Prepping me now with the death ov my hands

Tongue, and the next is dissection ov limbs

Eyeing my sex she has yet to ascend

My Goddess neglects the reflection that is

The God ov this death

So in sex we begin.

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