Leaders

I have a praise kink, but I hate to be praised, it makes me feel gay, embarrassed, so happy, rape, such good things, heavenly, but the holiness, is so gross to me, it doesn’t feel good, to be above, I prefer, crawling in the dirt, raising my ass, asking daddy, to make it hurt, degraded and defiled, it’s so much better, than the sun that shines, unfortunately I'm educated and wise, all these people, sometimes responsibility lingers, sheep and their shepherd, I'm not a fan of work, I'll do what I'm told, but I'm a martial artist, snake fist, soaring bird, follow your heart, fall where you may, partake, in this daily bread…

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Hiding in a Hole

The tide is shifting, feelings are rising, the sun looks down at us, and he wonders, how hard he’s going to fuck us, pressing, pressing, the water will start boiling, till we won’t know what to do, we’re on the cliff's edge, dancing on the blade, then push, we have no choice, we jump, and fall to the abyss…

Pointless

All the pretty flowers, opening up, their lovely petals, is it obvious, that they were born in the dirt, put some makeup on, a nice dress, such perky tits, help me ease the pain, make me forget, it’s almost worth it, to see it, I'm not bent over, getting fucked, on my knees, begging for it, my mind begins to wander, it floats to the clouds, I can almost think it, that I'm not dirt, in some way, above it, what is love, what is life, it’s just roasting in the sunlight, and it hurts…