Satan’s Map

© Oct. 23, 2014. All Rights Reserved.

Fracturin’ your body from
Brooklyn to Chicago.
Your puke is leakin’–I can’t
See your Adam’s apple.
Plenty ways to kill–the Red Sea
To every damn threat.
Molestin’ your eardrums until
They starve from the flow.
Breakin’ your gimmick from breaths
To Nazareth’s shackles.
Tacklin’ your jugular like
A muscular jet.
Inspectin’ graves until you show me
Respect, ho.
Know I’m omnipotent in your
Grandmother’s pussy,
But just like your eleven daughters’,
They’re all roadkill.
Cannibal deals to sanctimonious
Phonies.
Subtle smiles in the valleys–I
Chop the trees.
Fuck what you have, psych. You
Give me your goddamn money.
Ain’t nothin’ funny, but your wife’s
Titties when I stretched.
You bring your whole squad–I’ll tell
Them to go fetch in dirt.
Six feet deep on no alert–yet,
I stab embryos.
Bury your pregnant sperm, and
They’ll hate their ancestors.
Killin’ brothers and sisters–a
Thousand lunge attacks.
Before you bear witness, you’ll have a heart attack, bet.
Givin’ granny a curfew so she can Suck my dick.
Roll over, and she’ll dance doin’ a Halloween trick,
But I was a decoy. I took her pride–Open wide.
Suicide, she wants to do, but I
Give her some pills.
Stimulation, to climax,
To ejaculation.
So, if you’re still yappin’, then Bitch, it’s retaliation.
So tough, I don’t need to
Rhyme. Don’t need medication.
Fighting words go
Beyond penetration.
Your mouths movin’ but you ain’t Talkin’ about Satan.
Six, six,, six. I say
Words that’ll get under your skin. Makin’ your casket into
A firework display.
I won’t accept apologies,
So there’s no off days.
It’s no phase, but your life a maze.
You run astray.
You’re of clay and blood after I crush you in ashtray.
You’re as flawed as concrete cracks,
Until I break and shake.
Eradicate every year as a fucked
Atmosphere.
Don’t yap about your experience,
For I got more.
Younger or older, you’re gettin’
Opened like a cage.
I seek suffering. I inflict pain
Beyond rage.
I don’t care if you’re hardcore. What are you breathin’ for?
I introduce syringes galore
Like a market.
I steer the wheels until death
Crosses your head and shits.
And if you’re a vampire,
I’m the on with the stake.
I’m leavin’ your body in a lake
Of a red school.
Takin’ drastic actions for satisfaction
At will.
Or does fate make me consume you Like A plastic meal?
Follow me, and I’ll bust you
Like an ornament tree.
There’s reason’s why I’m not
In the penitentiary.
Instinct to kill on contact
For paper bills and fun.
Telekinesis to your
Body–don’t need a gun.
Aimin’ like a ricochet
On a survey mission.
Blowin’ out the votive
Candles–there’ll be wishin’.
Mutilatated bodies in a snowstorm
Of quicksands.
Selective energy inflicting
Punishing hands.
I’m a soldier alone, but I
Got my squad livin’.
You’re trespassin’ by breathin’
Like fictional murderin’.
Make a run for it, but you’re
Losin’ Earths gravity.