Temples Of Flesh
To steal a souls last breath
To voyeurise ones shame
To stimulate yourself
The feast on faecal mess
To rub salt in your wounds
Excrete to quench your thirst
To whip the bloodied flesh
Is to feed my endless lust
Abstain the mind of purist thought
And taste the flesh divine
Perpetual lust envisioned
Adorn this temple of flesh
Through rapture or through pain
To love or to lust
To draw forth ones seed
Is to indulge the flesh with greed.
