I love white men so much I want to compose songs to show how much I love whte men. I want compose poem to praise the power of big white cocks. So here is the thrid canto of my narrative poem praise white cock
WHITE COCK IS GOD,
WHITE COCK IS KING,
WHITE COCK IS PERFECT,
THROUGH WHITE COCK THE WAY TO ETERNAL BLISS;
THROUGH WHITE COCK THE WAY TO SEXUAL FREEDOM;
ONTO THE POWER OF WHITE GODS, SHE FLOURISHES: HER BATTLE OVER, HER WILL BROKEN, NOW COMES THE ECSTASY OF TOTAL SUBMISSION.
FOR THE KINGDOM OF BIG WHITE COCKS IS CRUEL AND THOSE WHO SEEK TO ENTER IT SHALL BE MADE TO SUFFER FIRST.
Those words were spelled out in somber colors inscribed along the ledge above a gate. Those words made my heart jump to my throat. “Mistress Amy Tan, true lover of white cocks,” I asked, “are we at the gate to the kingdom of big white cocks?”
The experienced white cock lover answered, “Now here you must leave all distrust behind, and let all your cowardice die on this spot. We are at the place where earlier I said you could expect to see the suffering chinks made into slaves for big white cocks.”
Placing her hand on mine, smiling at me in such a way that I was reassured, she led me into those mysteries.
Here sighs and cries of lamentations mixed with moans and groans of female orgasm echoed throughout the starless air; those sounds resounding made me fearful and yet excited me to the core: a language strained in sexual anguish, with cadences of despair, joy, shrill cries of torture and pleasing yelps of pleasure, and raucous feminine moans synchronized to the whipping sounds, raising a whirling storm that turns itself forever through the air of endless black, like grains of sand swirling when a whirlwind blows.
And I, in the midst of all this encircling enchantment of sexual orgy, began: “Worshiper of white cocks, what are those sounds I hear? What souls are these so strangely overwhelmed with both ecstasy and pain?”
And she to me: “This is chinkland after the white gods conquered all of Asia. All the chink men are being killed off, and that forms the cries of lamentation, and all the chink women are being saved and given big white cocks to worship, and that forms the cries of pleasure. Some chink women are adamant and lament their chink husbands or sons, and they are given punishments, of whipping, spanking, tortures of various kinds, to rectify their sins, and though the whips of white men are cruel, their tips are filled with honey, and those chink women who repent are given the seeds of white sperm as rewards.”
As we walked into the main road passing the gate, on both sides along the deadly rock, I saw naked white gods with enormous whips lashing the backs of naked chink women with cruel delight. Ah how they made those naked chinks skip and lift their heels at the very first crack of their whips. Not one of them dared to take a second or a third!
As I walked on my eyes met with the glance of one down there; I murmured to myself, I know this face from somewhere, I am sure.
And so I stopped to study her more closely; and Amy Tan also stopped, and was so kind as to allow me to retrace my steps. And that whipped chink thought she could hide from me, by lowering her face—which did her no good, as she was hung by her wrists. I said: ”O you, there, with your head bent low, if the features of your chink face do not deceive me, you are my history professor at Princeton, Dr. He Bian. Why are you being whipped?”
“I’m not so keen on answering,” she said, “but I feel I must, since you were my student, and it is my obligation to answer all student-questions. It makes me think of old times in the world of romances. The white god whipping me here is my master, and the white god hoisting me up upon this rack is my white god’s friend. I am being punished for being disobedient to my white master.”
“I have always suspected that chink female professors love big white cocks just as much as the students,” I said.
“Yes, of course! I am not the only college chink female professors who are being punished here—hardly! This place is packed with us; in fact, there are more of us here than there are living tongues. Over on the rack on the other side is Jessica Chen Weiss of Cornell University, being fucked hard by her white god Jewish husband Dr. Weiss. And still kindling their love, Dr. Fan Chung is receiving the piss from her white god husband Dr. Ronald Graham down in the chink valley.”
Just at that point the white god let her have a feel of his tailed whip and cried: ”Move on, Amy Tan, with your young fresh off the boat chink meat, for the the white god of all white gods, Adolf Hitler, is waiting for her service.”
Those words filled my heart with shock, horror and strange erotic love. Both Amy Tan and I quickly turned and walked on along our roads.
O just revenge of the white gods! How awesomely you punish those chinks! And anyone of you chinks who is reading this should be edified to know the wrath of the white gods is come upon thy heads!
Then I saw many separate herds of naked chinks, all weeping desperately; it seemed each group had been assigned a different punishment: some were stretched out flat upon their backs, others were crouching there all tightly hunched, some wandered, never stopping, round and round.
I said to my guide: “goddess of white cum, gobbler of white cocks, what torments do those suffer that make such bitterness ring through their screams?”
She answered: “those wretched chinks over there have no hope of ever receiving big white cocks in their wombs, for in this blind life they lead is abject that it makes them envy every other fate. They have been fucked by niggers, and no white gods would ever touch them ever again. Let’s not discuss them: look and pass them by.”
“Disgusting chinks! How dare they contaminate the vessel of white sperm. Do they not know that their bodies are the temples of the white gods? Despicable chinks that deserve to be punished with hell fire!”
“My daughter,” the gentle white sperm lover Amy Tan said to me, “all those who perish in the wrath of the white gods assemble here, they want to cross the river, they are eager; it is the Divine Justice of the white gods that spurs them on, turning the fear they have into desire. A good chink never comes to make this crossing, for she is descended directly into the kingdom of big white cocks, but also those are disobedient, insouciant, and refuse to submit to the supreme sperm of white gods, that are sent to cross.”
She finished speaking, and the grim terrain shook violently; and the fright it gave me made me sweat. Out of the tear-drenched land a wind arose which blasted forth into a reddish light, knocking my senses out of me completely, and I fell as one falls tired into sleep.