That satanic look of a scavenging skateboard dude on a wave of fire
Surfing on the coals mined mind of cerebral ember, remember the pyre
Burning in the soul of a pre prubecent island stripped of desire
A prostitue coining fuck ridden pussy for hire.
They call me many names, including perhaps Baal and The devil
Disheveleved homeless unshaven pointed bearded twat on the red or blue pill
A multitude of speakers in a den of obscenity and see
Of a side salad sensibilities of a dish of obscurity
Slide the mud collapse of the blues covered guitar against my hip and thigh
Smoke the rat out of the hole that slows the incubated mind to get so god damn high
This hue of twighlight blue who over takes a miriad of colour
The strongest flexing expression with extra blackness and sugar
Then cease to exist because the devils just a myth and a legend a figment apparent
A soul you cried for a shift in the volume of life
A bird tired and in anticipation
The sentence of the horned guy shorter dick emancipation
Goodnight and my former god bless
I am the devil incarnate the ultimate inert stress
''Tis the end of this rhyme this poem of mine
Relax amongst hells biker bar. Chill and rewind.
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