Bdsm, in my own words

So if I know I’m being filmed, why would I act, according to the claim,

Then deny the same, if I know it’s on film, you’d just blackmail me – you illogical

Braindead

As a knowledge grown round you, but not yet found you, to my heart

I’ve discovered bdsm. If religion purchases their powerlessness, makes

Pure and impure

Converge what cannot, be you made to look inferior to me, my only,

Submissive triskele must keep separate profane from holy, be yourself,

Not them, to me