The world was so mechanical, and all it's sex was obscene, mechanical lust existed, and the incredible fetish sex machine, fucked by choice, mr. super hate machine tainted insecurity, and branded the super nipples into steel, and hung you dead up in the rotting tree, driving love into the heart of stone, eating away all the remains, just to get a good bone,
Balistic desires trended and mended the sovereignty in the eyes of a demon child, praising the lord that the woman is the devil, and that the god of war was alive, and surviving inside the mind, self-indulgence in an utter display, seen from the blood of an asshole, never wanting anymore to hold so fucking tight, running away from lucifer's sent demise, are the cries of a suffer genius, and a vivid, lustrious sex symbol of eternity, and in the eyes of satan did call for world domination.