/lit/ - Literature

ALL YOU MUTHAFUCKAS WHO THINK GOD IS REAL,
JUST LISTEN TO THESE HURLEMENTS FROM THE BASTILLE.
ROUSSEAU THOUGHT NATURE WAS LIKE "HAKUNA MATATA"
I'M HERE TO TELL YOU NATURE'S A VAGINA DENTATA
SHE WANTS YOU DEAD, SHE WANTS YOU BLEEDING RED,
SHE WANTS TO START CHEWING WHEN SHE SHOULD BE GIVING HEAD,
BUT GIVEN THE NATURE OF NATURE, THERE IS JUST CAUSE
FOR DISOBEYING SO-CALLED NATURAL LAWS.
I'M THE DIVINE MARQUIS, WITH A MADMAN'S EYE I SEE
HOW SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR WONDERS: SHOULD SHE BURN ME?
LIKE WHEN THE POOR HEARD ME SCREAMING FROM THE BASTILLE
AND THREE DAYS LATER Y'ALL LIKE "SHIT JUST GOT REAL"
BUT BY THAT TIME I WAS PACKED UP AND GONE
TO THE INSANE ASYLUM AT CHARENTON.
NOW LET'S APPLAUD
THERE IS NO GOD
AND YOU'RE A FOOL
IF YOU'RE NOT CRUEL

I'm Marquis de Sade
And in philosophy I really upped the fucking ante
I wrote stuff about incest and sodomy
And that got some really important people really angry

They really fucking argued
decreed my thoughts lewd,
and my thousands and thousands of literature as crude.
And then I replied at least I get screwed!

It might not seem so but my books are on Ethics
Redeeming all the crimes, justifying the "convicts"
The cases for them are as fragile as toothpicks

There ain't no morality, this fact be true
Or mother nature should have told us with much ado
Ethics are just our own foul interpretation construed
Example: without incest, of us there would be few!

>>1077574

>mfw

Leather straps and iron chains,
For One Hundred Twenty Days
Into Sodom we shall go.
I hate nature, so you know.
Only pain and power are real.
To Charenton from the Bastille.
My love.