she has created all of sin
and with her my cum can reach galactic volume,
incestuous roaring oceans of milk to cleanse the false religions
and to make cocks spring from the planets
against the springing nipples of mother creation and her blouse
soiled in the illusion of self,
and the stench of hate.
Desire does not free us now,
Or make us cum with a smile.
Orgasm will burn with fire this fallen world
and fill the little girl mouths with endless cocks
like bibles opened for song in their dripping mouths,
this is the mother I see coming.
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