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Ornithique
In order to avoid certain demise, don�t let your eye�s stray from the skies.
Below lies the baleful in noon�s pallid bog
Chagrin strikes the heart of her summoning mystagogue.
In lieu of his breaking Hecate�s law
Anticipation boils as he awaits her caw.
How ironic her mask of renewed psuedo-beauty,
Cartilage carved of na�ve humans failed flee
So ghostly her cape as she glides through the night
Her flesh rending talons now rearing to smite
From her cavern doth she take flight.
Don�t let your eyes stray from the skies
A thirst passed down through the legacy of Cain
Now high above the clouds seeking holy vein
Her morbid imagination will be given fruition
Lusting for the gore of that first incision
The ornithic beast perches a top his parishion
And peals back the roof to fulfill her mission.
He drooled over a collection plate of daily funds
Till the harpy came, saw, and beheaded all the nuns
�What to do, what to do?� he yelled out loud,
but not a single peep from his pimp in the cloud.
Sprung from the church did the priest with a wail
Fleeing the harpy following his trail
In his escape, he tumbled through the fog
Then through the swamp he hopped an alligator like a log
Like a missile, she plummets target pinned
But he continued to ignore the sound of screeching wind.
Deep in his neck tainted talons plunge
Just another bloated sow rung like a sponge
They spring above the tree line in a single bound
She reaches gorgasm as blood cascades down.
T�was a rabid raping that the holy man endured
In a single second over thirty times punctured
With a fatal swipe, and a forehead kiss
She laid him open from throat to pubis
She rubs her body against her fresh defile
Lapping up all his insipid bile
His splintered ribs gently nudge her nipple
A dismembered fingers writhing sends her cum a dribble.
Tiered and warn her wings flutter away
Leaving a shredded toy on display
In a nearby orphanage his pieces lay
Corrupting the courtyard where the children play
And when the sun rises on that day
Evil will rule the world.
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