Which love do you confess  With swollen thorn inside your ass?  For whom her cunt tolls?  The vulgar bells caress with scorn.  The prickly inner kiss  Let rot your flesh and makes you bleed.  Her bizarre cunt can bite  A womb in golden barbed wire.    The body piercing between your legs.  Enjoy your torments in clawful sex  In every pimple you wear a ring  You clenched dick  Is looks like mortal sin.    Amoral scum, disheveled hungry cunt  Wet, open and diseased  The inflammation enslave your pulp,  And pus corrode your rings.    The cold prosthesis between your legs  Enjoy the frigidity and forget about sex.  On every pimple where you wore a ring.  Now you wear only bandage and stink,    Her nipples is sealed by rings  No milk for baby - crumpling instinct  With chemical milk to chemical sleeps.  Chemical zombie - no head only rings    The secretion pus dripping with flies  Everywhere from her holeful cunt  Pulp transfixion, do it now  Swollen organs they're overdone    No carnal spell in purulent smell,  Bacchanal echoes in the sexless realm.  The goled manacle waiting for you  Inveigled fear, fever and death    Painful temptation of  Her scars and stigmas  Convulsive torments  The brilliance of decay