Mapplethorpe the artist, Mapplethorpe the perverse.
I borrow your eyes, and place God's eyes in my pocket.
"Artistic Expression," my mouth replies.
I take out God's eyes, and my expression isn't artistic.
You have stitched morality and immorality together
and have drawn the face of a motherless child...
naked and bleeding from societies pressure.
An egg, when applying pressure, cracks.
As a fire... burning your "Artistic Expression."
I borrow your eyes, and place God's eyes in my pocket.
"Artistic Expression," my mouth replies.
I take out God's eyes, and my expression isn't artistic.
You have stitched morality and immorality together
and have drawn the face of a motherless child...
naked and bleeding from societies pressure.
An egg, when applying pressure, cracks.
As a fire... burning your "Artistic Expression."
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