haha shiva

in a cave
i rave haha ​​​​​​ i construct my grave taste it haha 
this defication of spirit ​​​​​ha ha the lunatic ohhh ahhh ohhh ha ha skin and bone bowls and sores hahha
​​​om nama shiva om the acetic roars
the moon she smiles as i howl haha like a beast of the night
find flesh for damon most fiest roast sweet girl on spit and feast chew her milk anx honey lips lick her bubbling sieving brains as scream haha haha death is left 
death is left for master calls calls me from cave out there outside the moon is bright and the air is fresh like the scent of her sweet dove of bliss i must i cant decist this this urge its madness but its all thats left haha haha haha the hermits death