the wild hunt
2011-11-03 7:28 p.m.

you all wear you sin as trophies
piled high atop your crowns
you get rice thrown at your feet
and everyone dedicates poetry to your filth and rot
women throwing their vaginas into your faces for pennies
we masturbate to the demise of the virgin
we light candles made of our own tears
waiting for the moment that we can be on the stage
for that one day
like sifting through swamps
waiting for the diamond
that will never come

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