S&M Satan Satan come into my room
and blast me up my ass.
I will roast your horns for shish-kabob
and we will eat together
and if you find you yearn for desert,
then you may lick my ass.
You will enjoy a few drinks
upon my climax,
unless, of course,
Jesus already swallowed my entire load
maybe you will start to think
it is time for you to go
but I shall say no,
and spank you,
and bite your lips
of pithy fire
and tamed hatred
and slash you with my whips
and cuff you to the bed
roughly force head
from your Majesty.