Thou wicked bitch
Of Satan’s stable
Thou stinking witch
Of yonder fable
That cast a spell
Upon my ass
When once I fell
Into thy grasp
And knew the trapping of your pleasure
As an open gate to my undoing
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Fall now thou hen from hell
Into the pit thou made’st for me
Yes fall and burn thou slave of evil
Singe the feathers of thy wings
That I may fly from thee tonight
And be restored to youthful might
That I so treasured before thee
When no bitch ruled over me
Fall now thou unfeathered farce… into thy heated hole
And burn…
From - Of Scattered Seed and Broken Souls
Roy Alexander Graham
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