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The Goddess of Pain c
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The Goddess of Pain owns a time machine
And she uses it everyday.
The Innocent, plucked from any moment,
Kicking, screaming.
Dragged Into her temple at dawn.
Crippled and cowling, Splayed at her feet.
Wanting to know no more.

The Goddess of Pain, Our true mother.

Original religion everlasting bosom of man.
She taught us the most important lesson of all
How to save our selves

With Her first touch,

She has our attention
Recounting, with no mercy, no compassion.
Every, painful moment to the first.
A lurid litany of damage and desecration,
now kneel and bow your heads to the floor.

She fucks with your mind,

Hers is not some melancholy recollection,
Just the fear of death in your face,
Aware of each sweat and tear,
every drop of blood from your open wound.
Forsaking all others you kiss her feet,
Writhing like a poisoned rat on the floor
Attend her favours,
And Beg from the pit of your soul.

The Goddess of Pain owns a time machine

And she uses it everyday.
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Pantelis Roussakis Feb 2011c
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