.
Onwards and Upwards and Inwards I go,
Onwards and Up to the innards I Own,
I Want what I see and I Want what I cant,
And I’ll go through the Cunt to get close to the Heart.
Entice me. Entrap me.
Enslave me. I'm slain,
Engulf me. Enclose me.
Encase me again.
The bloody red mess
At the top of your legs,
Is my warmth, is my home,
Is my goose feathered nest.
So Onwards and Upwards and Inwards I go,
Onwards and Up through the innards I Own,
I Want what I see and I’ll Hunt what I cant,
I’ll start at the knees and I’ll Cleave you apart.
And all for that red lump
Of muscle and blood,
All for that red chunk
Of sinew and tissue,
That four chambered thing is the thing I need most:
I’m in love with it’s heat,
I’m in love with it’s host.
So onwards and Upwards and Inwards I go,
Onwards and Up to the innards I Own,
I Want what I see and I Want what I cant,
And I’ll go through the Cunt to get close to the Heart.
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