Fresh night perfect insanity
very dark placid skies bring an end
No moon shining like an untouched

ass of the boy next door
feeling the first impressions
of a strange drug

set the leathery skin of a female
straddling a furnace
illuminates in blue

hands melt against it's surface
feel no pain
kiss the burner, lips fall away

blood runs down insides
of her thighs
she tightens her grip on one last

exaggerated movement
then falls to the ground
a pile of ashes

the furnace stands triumphant
over the mound
the next in line, a young boy

approaches
he is $$#aulted by the flames
shooting out like sharp tongues

of hungry animals
of hungry animals
the disciple now crouches in

the belly of god
his second skin removed
the boy lay sodomized and tired