The Hook-Nosed Ruler of Swamp Hell

Let the chemicals on Squire Mountain erode and decay. Hear sirens roar over the blue cracks illuminating foreign lands. I'm an iron hook in the kings mouth, rotting hell spans under and through malignant beef: golden and dripping light. Gas mask bubble in and de flates hanging off the side of his hanging mouth.
"Come here", saying harsh.
"Shut up and let me do this", slithery and sour.
Bones turn and grasp dick septer, huge ruby red boldness and salivate smile. Gelatin ankle sinks through straight surface and blinks. One quick swipe before vaginal walls collapse on the wine bottles.
The death of the hook-nosed ruler of Swamp Hell rings and reverberates in marrow and red curtains in front of yellow wooded floors.