four sides of Flanders

Hold that fuck mind, await that fuck time, this the gallery of flesh.
Drunk the birth's blood, play the vic's part, rough toy for 20 bucks.
release sea like, to ants let's come tight, tis some mother's plight.
drop your shit grace, wonder your foot's place? you dream to shove like an ace !
hold the legs wide, dry of sex tide, the sick will provide the slide
oh fuck your mild god, meek at sex lords, yet this thy disciples horde
heads they try cut, babylon regrows part, cum on the sacred heart !
try not to act like, when shy your folds hide,violence in sex brights eyes
righteous the act's like, finger the poor cunt, better you and your aunt!!!
cover bed unders, done with vile wonders, walk limp the four side of flanders.


Copyrighted, apoet 30 NOV 2007
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unlike it's sisters, whom comes alive in darkness, they busk in the high of noon. Where the sun lid up the faces of seekers whom might be ashame. They come in noon waiting. Maggots dive in and out of the various heat holes, that human say it's houses. Would they be surprise to see the people in there... the ones that walk the city streets so clean and with honour. Will they be surprise to see their husbands there, collecting a fatal disease. There is a world that they do not know and am too wimp to know. Do not try to pretend you know, and try to get an association. The real do not talk. Unlike the fake who talk the walk. Thy sick purity is a stench to the hard-lines.