Noxious reek contorts the olfactory sense, Blood osculating the palate is dense. The duo of anguished clamours stiffening the basement Is imbued with salacious laughter never in abatement.
Abhorrent human cubs are dismembered in the attic - Leading them to my apartment was an ingenuous trick. Withering their life, escapes their rendered bodies, Recalcintrant, my deflowered gamin grovels.
Inveigled, those hapless victims are quaintly writhing, Punched in their frames, tearing their clothing.
They're suppine, sprawling on children bones, bleeding, Still alive, with a hope, soliciting me for freedom, A flash of lewd, vicious love, inundating my mind, I commence my indulgence with them from behind.
Flesh, still resilient, grafting with me, Engraving my perception with its fatal finesse lee, The fitful paroxysms climaxing the feast - Coming to the church, they thought I was just a priest.
Gingerly, I inter one by one the remains. I am stalked by their night reminiscence, Even the night cannot blur the amatory regret Of burying the elder of the two of these dead.
"Because I will publish the name of the Lord: Ascribe ye greatness unto our God." (Deuteronomy 32:3) Passing Jesus' word onto our life, I realize I was in love.