asmodeus on the radio

jesus is scared of us jesus and all the angels are weeping as you suck on my nipples grab my hair thrust your cock into my spastic pussy and nonverbal poems are born in my demonic exaltation no vowels only consonants crowding out all doubt we were made for this dance banishing simpering ghosts sacrificing the cargo that crowds us to the bellowing sea true pirates greedy for gold our desire is the currency we have never been richer watch this trick daddy your girl can swallow fire and spit out a dozen or more pearls more lustrous than anything in paris