phoenix

 

Manipulated as a racing horse

the holes of hell lust on my thoughts

as i recall my last coitus with the fallen angel.

dirty as grime on my skin

will the phoenix turn to stone as i appreciate.

 

 

 

homographed illusions

life in muffle,

seeing demons,

can bearly sleep at night,

life satisfactory as unprotected sex with a virgin.

 

 

 

for so the purpose of

 bliss,

satisfaction,

lust,

money,

immorality sentients the human mind.

 

 

 

dwelling within my flesh

Bilial and Legion,

submerged as tessellate spirits

why did i sell my soul

am a minion.