CreationPro- Where the Sexual & Spiritual Meet

So little pleasure in your poison lately,
So much pretension in your self inflicted pain
So little passion in this prison you have built around you,
So many shocks, to tighten locks that guard your cell restricted brain
Fuck this pretty poise
Fuck this shitty noise that drowns your cries,
The end of your sin isn't written in pen
It's written as the tears surround your eyes,
It's written as your sweat is dripping
Written in your holy fear,
Written as your masters whipping
Each demon you're holding dear,
Written in the blood you shed
Written on your cum-soaked head,
Submission is your new position
One where devils can't be fed