Scorched Earth Erotica

Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God's failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature's heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground.