who is going to have the nose crushed like a grape by a well placed right hook

who is going to have the left eye bruised by a mighty slap of the phallus

who will be thoroughly degraded down to the level of the common prostitute by a lord of festivity

who will be thrown into the gutter and stomped thrice by a half dozen satyrs on the payroll

who will be embaldened with permanence by burning syphilitic whips of the seraphim

who will be cast out of a sense of self by a half dozen furious maenads deprived of richer fulfillment

who will be permanently unsettled by a twangy and disturbing G sharp note played on a deliberately out of tune harp

who will be broken over the thigh as a cheap beaujolais bottle is on a flinty civic holiday celebrated by few amongst the many

who will be strangled and thrashed by a belt valued at five times the weight in silver drachmae

who will have the skull cast against the moss slick rocks of an emptied shore again and again

who will be tied to the automatic chariot and burnt at the bloody and coagulating feet for crimes against fraternity and decency

who will be punished thoroughly with fire and spittle for sixty years for disturbing a great sage at work

who will have the eyebrows quickly replaced with molten brass and activated mercury

who will be turned into a cheap quasi-living ornament to my contempt and wrath

iö, whore, you will be punished and stuffed face-first into the silver'd stocking of iniquity. your gates will shatter and your debauched city babylon the footrest, babylon the sickly, babylon the castrated will be held in a vile gaze until it is not even worth plundering for the meager and sickly treasures container within

euoi you will be punished creature of iniquity saba

your days are numbered, a mere thirty six, and my small retinue, gleaming with armor of pearled lacquer, will smite you and your attendants like a gleaming bolt of hateful lightning

crooked mere quarterstaff on the vulva of the lilith, you will be put to the sword and then smashed against the rocks for my delight

thing, device of the streets, rancid foam bubbles of a thousand parlours of sin, your deeds will be stripped from your soul and replaced with the acids of my hatred, these deeds will be recorded in amber and put on the base of the lance used to run your neck through into the sickly elm that spawned both you and your crooked brood, devil's rake take you all

hatred is the word i have for you and hatred is the soul of the word 𒋛𒀀𒁀𒆠𒂖𒂊𒋧𒂵𒀀‍𒀭𒀭𒉽𒈬𒉈𒅔𒄄𒆠𒂉𒁀

you will be punished, your blood will be offered to the sea, your soul turns to salt, telestai, moirai take you, atropos show no give, amen

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