Libertina & Libertine Grim

Soo, if I am Libertine, lovesick, then you must be Libertina. Bu bu butt are we the Grim Reapers, too? Oh no, Ohio no! I'm only Liborteen, baby! N you're Liborteenah! This is soo epiphunny, err, Grim!

Soo, you are F . C . Ooh, aha! Florencia Canale, this real brighter, err, writer, a sexreel person, this R Gen Teen Nun was my mattress, yeah, my mami, priest’s mummy. I mean mistress/libertina/Liborteenah in the past life. FYI, IRL, soo. Ooh, I hope she’s not reading this. Or she will want to return all the sour milk I gave her fresh and free back to me and charge my sexdrive harder, or even charge my sordid motel heart more, FFS! Florencia is 11 years older, Gs! F . C ., baby? Oops!

Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive Like Miss Leviathan

Libertina Grimm

Libertina Grimm
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade
Wooed by Dresden serenades
Her soundtrack now a bombing raid
Bored of Vaudeville

God was six days sober
On the night that she was born
To the glistening star of a bible class
An icon now in religious porn
She was Alice through the gloryhole
An ejaculate misconception
Disney-esque, the high priestess
Of greed and deepest dark deception

All best-to-bury whims
For Miss Libertina Grimm

She, that little red riding crop
Brer Werewolf at her stocking tops
Beneath the tightened leather strop
Of the basque of the houndervilles

At the stroke of midnight come
She polished verse and hearses
In a poisonous pen dipped in omen
To her surgeon full of general curses
In the hand of morgue redeemers
Though the dead always pleased her more
Squatting in her coffins
Flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor

Tip your hats
For sweet Libertina Grimm
Fantasy and candy stores
Snow white and the seven straws
Smoke and mirrors on all fours?
Libertina Grimm

Her brothers grim, her sisters through
The final dance will be the cue
She amputates to fit the shoe
Libertina Grimm

Libertina Grimm

Mystery kindled in a blackened room
Nine candles lit to improve the gloom
She sees the dark as she feels her womb
Full of hidden secrets
They haunt her heart, those precious few
Those Count Lestats and Betty Blues
Those tortured souls just like me and you
Full of hidden secrets

No, don?t go
Don?t you leave me here
So alone
Libertina
No, don?t you go
Don?t you leave me here
So alone
Where the dead are free to roam

Lovesick for Mina

One might see in Mina
My disease
But it is She who has infected me
For all eternity...

As the sun slips the tearaway stars
Into the scented scheme of night
I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose
Set upon a marbled dream of white
So pure of thought like a Vestal statue
Jewelled with a God-lent grace
I was close to coming when She bid adieu
Fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there

Oh Mina, obscener
Thoughts obsess my days
Oh Mina, obscener
Thoughts possess me
That I must now obey

They say the darkest hour
Is that before the dawn
When nothing in one's power
Can dissipate the great forlorn
Shadows of fire that haunt me
Like risen whispers of her name
For dawn is a dusk
Wherein needs must
Erupt from the grave, aflame

Written in the dead of night
And riding on the burning wind
Smitten by her read delight
My words alight like leaves of sin

Stepping through a mirror
The princess of the emerald glass
Brought me one step nearer
Love's infernal past...

They say Hell hath no furies
Like a woman scorned by life
When the Heavenly Judge and juries
Participate to chain this wife
With forced virtues, Her secret needs
Drew on my foreign blood
On warm wet nights, with storm-wracked bites
I gave her Eden after the flood

Written in the dead of night
And riding on the burning wind
Smitten by her red delight
My words alight like leaves of sin

Verona, Marishka, Aleera
Brides of old and goddesses all
Forgive my wishes to be always near her
Forever or whenever seas recall

This Aphrodite from my embrace
For as Mars (whom her lips placate)
I tore these shores with wars of hatred
Before our Paris set his fate
In Helen, one might find mistake
In winning tragedy
For all eternity...

I am still lovesick for Mina
I am still so lovesick for her

Under Huntress Moon

With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit
And shooting stars portents of rips
I ascended to spur, a mere glimpse of murmur
From her precious celestial lips
Be it sun to your moon
Be it moon to your sun
Together we promised to come
With a turn of the screw, and a slip of the tongue
We eclipsed one another undone

Through the mist, through the woods
With the night-wraiths I've stood
Atop murderous peaks calling you
On storm-lashed beachheads
Where the fisherman dread
The things your bewitchments accrue

Those deep creatures bring her cut diamond rings
A girl with a pearl necklace her
Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh
Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr?
Or will she purr?

She lights the skies
Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean
To spite her thighs
That Lucifer snuck inside
And with his pride
Enclaves were upgraded to Goshen
So paradise could shine from out her skirts

I adorn myself at dusk with ornaments to close the noose
A kiss as red as blood and cold as hell
My body glows with lust, anaemic as the flag of truce
I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell

With every twist I cannot resist her
Fertile female mind control
This wanton witch, white-rapids sister
To whom I pour my wine and soul

And here we go again

From a copse of black yews
Where the moon was drawn through
Like a sword through a Gordian knot
She descended to me claiming swift victory
Over the heart I had near-soon forgot

With every kiss this huntress whispered
"Yield to my sweet embrace"
"One night of bliss" I could not dismiss her
Once her beauty shot me a darker face

You mesmerise my soul Diana, you mesmerise my soul
You mesmerise my soul Diana, you mesmerise my soul
You mesmerise my soul Diana, you mesmerise my soul
You mesmerise my soul Diana, you mesmerise my soul
You mesmerise my soul Diana, you mesmerise my soul
You mesmerise my soul Diana, you mesmerise my soul
You mesmerise my soul Diana, you mesmerise my soul
You mesmerise my soul Diana, you mesmerise my soul

Dirge Inferno

Carrion my name
For those who choose to mouth the curse
A tragic serenade
With Judas in my stride
The Gothic halls of shame
Where statues coldly hold no worse
Than the murders I reclaim
From a dark, forsaken time"

Kissing heaven, spent
He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge
Wishing to repent
For the brute that ravaged free
In slight hands beauty weeps
Conquest's deep methodical screwing
Hurt repeatedly
Like the world wound at his feet

Dirge Inferno

As it is written, damn it
So let it be wrong
From throats of those in overthrow
The past at last has come

A savage bit without respite
Pervades the freezing air
This winter chill, grist for his mill
If tears of joy will blear elsewhere
And church bells drown in the cracks of doom
The storms above us hew
As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues
Deflowering two by two

Hissing, malcontent
He storms the skies on electric discharge
Pissing in contempt
On the effigies of the weak
Killing al resolve
The great beast simmers, his scarlet women
Spit their vitriol
On the terrified face of peace

Dirge Inferno

As it is written, damn it
So let it be wrung
From throats of those in overthrow
Our past at last has come

A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn
Have locked to hasten blood
The moon disrobes, to harden droves
Of legions pouring
These rivers press, his breath adorns
Senates and enemy seats
Whilst his power takes as ingratitude
The writhing of the weak
"Wormwood my name
The poisoned star that fell to earth
And blistered free of shame
In the pits of self-rebirth
Now those caves become a ferret
Overseeing endless barracks
As the waters turn to claret
And the Vatican satins burn"

Rise of the Pentagram

One dark afternoon
Like a shadow I flew
Through the rain that fell sick with lament
To this house of incest
For when we undressed
Blasphemies against Venus were rent
Though a sister removed
Her white body approved
The parade of my heavenly quests
Yet, all tongues are not true
Some are forked or askew
Like an uncivil serpent's at best
For ousted from Eden
I fausted all reason
In mouth like Saint Peter Pan
To haunt fairy groves
And hot virgin coves
Where in the promiscuous swam
I elected lovers and rejected others
Mathirstresses that don't give a damn
But for those that still do
My deep interest grew
The rise of the true pentagram!

Cemetery and Sundown

We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name
We prize wide lids
And wounds with lips curled
Over teeth that have tasted shame

Tasted shame
Cemetery and sundown

Against the flora of nightfall
We gather like the fauna of war
To cure aurora so spiteful
With her stake in the coming of dawn
To conjure forth the past
Those heady nights of pain resplendent
In the service of the goddess of death
When her sheets ran royalty red

Moon lengthen or crypt-kept silhouettes
Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent
Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent
On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness

We walk this Eden, a secret
Faces hidden under Leonine pride
In dusk's embrace
We find it hard to keep it
When blood and lust and waking worlds collide
And waking worlds collide

Cemetery and sun down

Too long have we skulked like drifters?
In the cities of the neon sun
Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters
Mona Lisas where the paint has run
I miss our glorious past
Our nightly flights on fear dependent
Like phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine
When the song bird broke her neck

Wolves howl their fogbound serenades
Churches arch their backs with balustrades
Praise be to the shedding of masquerades
When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid
Of the covenant made

Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat
There is murder in the thirst

Rich red vascular tapestries
Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep
In dreams where themes of bestiality
Are a blessing on their Sunday sheep

Sermons hang a black gown
Over cemetery and sundown

Now the clock is harrying midnight
And the ghost of yet to come
Will she show rewrites of dark delight
Or the sewers we've overrun?
I see a winter palace
Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck
When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity's spirit
As I threw her to it bled

We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name
We prize wide lids
And wounds with lips curled
Over teeth that have tasted shame

We walk this Eden, a secret
Faces hidden under leonine pride
In dusk's embrace
We find it hard to keep it
When blood and lust and waking worlds collide
And waking worlds collide
And waking worlds collide

I Am the Thorn

The needle in the eye of the hurricane
The poison in the font
The nail in the coffin of the profane
I am the lot

Maniacal the fire
That weaves inside my soul
When dripping tongues of hate, envenomed, roll
Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars
My blood runs with the beasts
Though no crescent, cross
Or wandering star
Shalt witness my defeat

Born of jackal in the Vatican
To a loathesome flock
I have crept behind the drapes
And a wizard there is not
Just a white flag blackened by
Singing weapons that have led
A faith that soon dominions over

Desert kingdoms of the dead
I smell the fleur du malcontent
The hellish stench

Of Judas in the dozens
Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am The Thorn
Tangled are the thickets
That spare the virgin heart

From the waking grasp of rapists in the dark
Mountaineers that strive so far
For a Heaven grown from reach
That love herself is fabled
To be missing from their peaks
Save in one sole tower
Where the presence of a rod
Stays the sleeping beauty

From the prying fingers of the mob
I smell the fleur du malcontent
The hellish stench

Of Judas in the dozens
Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more

I am The Thorn

I am The Thorn
I am the Spear of Longinus
The Sword of Damocles
Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus

The hammer of the gods in the prophet's teeth
I am The Thorn
Saint Disgustus, President Evil

Great white hopes of a shark eyed people
Lights of the world now flicker and die
Impaled in the race. in the paling face
Where forked tongues pricked the skies

Choking on these words as i slither to their ear
As lightning strikes their blinded minds

I am The Thorn
I am not the hand of God...
I am The Thorn
I am not the hand of God...
I am The Thorn
Territorial thieves
Ever stealing thunder for religious causes
I will bring you all down to your knees
And fuck you over
Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am The Thorn

Who would have thought, ha? Yup, this Florencia Canale, this secret nymphomaniac, she’s 11 years older, Gs! Who would have given her a fuck, or hundreds? Me? Baby?

Oh, btw, baby, don’t you wanna go to Italy, Florence, in particular? I like it there, it’s so beautiful. When in Europe, I would come and go to I Tally, E Telly, not to Florencia Canale, F . C ., fig, baby!

… will update Florence to give you an idea of how innocent perrito I am!

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