I laid the boy on the hundred thousand dollar altar
And took the knife, a very sharp knife, and cut off his balls
And then I pierced his eyes and ate them
And sucked the blood from them
As he shitted, I sucked on that
Not after jerking him many times
And eating the cum left over
Then I fucked till he bled there
And we're both smeared in cum and blood and shit and juices

The altar looked beautiful, blooded and shitted
I think he died, but maybe not
But then this great man attacked me
Oh my God, and killed me
I could hear him eating and fucking me
He also ate my balls and came in my mouth
Till I choked to death
Or it streamed out my eyes
I don't remember

Then or before was all this whipping
And naked rides on leather seats of cycles
With forty or fifty rough boys following
To help fuck and piss and kill and fuck
And kill and piss and fuck and kill
And fuck and cum all over me and maim me
And put me into unconsciousness and delusions
They were called the Greeks and Vangoles
And Lower East Siders and Mission Street Murderers
And God
I saw everything so clearly
So beautifully
So suddenly

With a little help from Quaaludes I'm getting over that
If you can get me and Mandrax from England or anything