The Decent of cain

death sweet death nothing left but a murmering mistress
 As God as my whitness she has defiled my grace
sucubi feasting once more on my abhorrent soul
free me god lord from this life of torment to be gay or not so far from anything as in  a dessert of death no water and spectors demonic dancing around my death feast gather round gather round and witness the bound one a slave to this one and that one god roast pornography leading me manicled threw the streets like a later day jesus
c​​​​rucifie me crucifie me for life is empty forlorn and rotting like the carcass im in ahhh fuck it 
flesh and bone bowling and bubbling on my soul ejaculate once more ahhh the troll and so i roll twitching and crying in my filth alas alas my seed spilt
now empty nothingness calls me to the grave 
i twitch i itch i hear the harlot hiss snakes snakes in the abyss where i dwell
hades pit where all are hateful and none are fair glowing eyes that dare not look upon me why why ohh son of the light born why have thee returned and gone down once more
alas i dont im just death
now​​​​​​ leave me be great seriphim for i will die alone