Maldoror
Maldoror!
How vile to utter his name
He who has slugs, lice, and snails fleeing at the sight of their enemy
He who would break the bones and tear the skin of the noble sacred youth
Until flaps of flesh hang from different parts of his body
Fiend beast and venomous ghoul
His pale corpse like sheen knows no mercy
He who would rend the pink faced child cheeks
The eyes contemplate while the razor sits and grins
He who would stitch your eyes shut
Depriving you of the spectacle of the universe
Fiend beast and venomous ghoul
His pale corpse like sheen knows no mercy
He who would break your arms like two dry branches
And then forcibly make you eat them
He who would raise your virgin body by the legs
And swing you around like a frond and hurl you against the wall
And each drop of your blood
Would spurt onto a human breast
To set forth an example of his wickedness
Fiend beast and venomous ghoul
His pale corpse like sheen knows no mercy
