"Yours Truly, "
I scythe the swash
when my 'had' ha-hinks
our maker lets me turn you right into a child
to punish you
PUNISH YOU
if you had any guts
you'd fuel my high-jinx
but each time you crawl right back like
the sheep you are
SHEEP YOU ARE
your souls leak love
but they pop like grapes
at the feasts of Bacchus I ensnared them all
just like slaves
JUST LIKE SLAVES
you are all voyeurs
and I taught you well
in comfort you secrete while being digitized
through your brain
THROUGH YOUR BRAIN
all of my secrets
are in the CODEX GIGAS
copies now available within any 'noble-borders'
read my book
READ MY BOOK