Fresh night perfect insanity   very dark placid skies bring an end   No moon shining like an untouched   ass of the boy next door   feeling the first impressions   of a strange drug   set the leathery skin of a female   straddling a furnace   illuminates in blue   hands melt against it's surface   feel no pain   kiss the burner, lips fall away   blood runs down insides   of her thighs   she tightens her grip on one last   exaggerated movement   then falls to the ground   a pile of ashes   the furnace stands triumphant   over the mound   the next in line, a young boy   approaches   he is assaulted by the flames   shooting out like sharp tongues   of hungry animals   of hungry animals   the disciple now crouches in   the belly of god   his second skin removed   the boy lay sodomized and tired