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When I said I’d go all Old Testament
on your round asses I didn’t mean Lot
and his drunk daughters and lack of consent
I meant the time when the Nephilim begot
(archangels rutting like beasts) with daughters
of Eve, sons of Adam. Fallen angels
of lore were always gore-crazed cock-suckers.
I’ve leaped balls-deep. I’ve pounded your entrails.
Back and forth between you weeping siblings
with acts that bedazzled even odd gods.
Did I say: cry? I meant: vulgar, hard-boiled
O-lipped fucking frenzy. These scars where wings
once stood, I lost them proudly loving all
that can be corrupted, tempted, despoiled.
Note: In folklore the Nephilim were fallen angels that took “daughters of men” as lovers before the Deluge, according to Genesis 6:1-4.