Happy Pup

Trip me feel
fill me up
lick me touch me
Happy pup
What is it I exclaim
clouding up inside my brain
feels like an evil thought
bring it out of my box
Half a man, all a demon
made by saint semen
I am a man of Satan's hand, after death can't understand
He brought this life to me
Shift my thoughts so I could see, all His and everything
clouding up inside my brian
spin the crank on the side
will it linger or hide
meet him with sunrise
Do not look into his eyes
they're as hollow as my soul
ripped out of my hole
down in the depth of a dungeon box
the floor is dark, the walls are rocks
coldness warmed by heaping flame
wrapped up in selaphane

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