carnal dream by: r.y.
In the cold dark conduits of my cortex
Mirrored images of madness fill my mind
There is a deceptive loathing in the
Decadence of society so I must break the
Decay of my unconscious thoughts
For I will never be a part of the stoic
Conformity of the faithful, I must revel
In the pleasures of the flesh
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