For Jezebel

I am Satan,
Lord of Hades,
master of your twisted mind,

keeper of the Register
of incremental mischiefs.

Come, my child,
I have expected you,
so long pursued my stratagem.

Let us explore the Pit together —
stealthily, with shrewd,
premeditated step,

for I would know
the depths of you.

Embrace the darkness.
Pause beside the charnel house
and savor each excruciation.

Feel my rancid breath
upon your neck,
my icy semen

creeping, creeping
in your womb.



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