by Robert Paul Gass
Supreme the might begins with torture forced
On slave to warp the spirit scarring flesh
For imps to ride the victim's soul divorced
As sadist washes brain contained in mesh.
The victim low invokes the imps as gimp
In leather suit with mask for head of lost
As imps enforce control beyond the pimp
And drive the gimp for car's abyssal cost.
The imps demean the gimp with childish speech
And seek control beyond commands as self
Of faceless under masquerading bleach
Beneath the strings of imps that laugh from shelf.
The victim loses fleshly spirit ripped
From gimp in suit with speech from mouth as zipped.
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