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His temper, wearing thin
The days filled with moonlight
The Swiss, the French, and the American, starry suns
Bellow the mourning abyss
And hark the jade and ruby angels
Who sing and call our names
Please send me a sign, oh sweet jasmine
The days of the nights gone by
Love me, my dear
Our bi-polar limbs alike
Sweep me away, sweet melody
And the butterfly of sure delight
Look at me bleeding
Skinless from all your sin
Stinging sweet taste of flesh
The one without a name
Crying skies on my raw, tender flesh
Burning black, smoking white
Great Lord above, take me away
Away from the pain I have caused you
Decrepit, old forest
Hours, turns to days, turns to years
The hollow root of the desired revenge
So cool with the days of tight
Sweet sweet bondage
To the thorned crowns, departed
Disolve thy retrobution and return thy sin
Greed of the heartsting, denied
Plenty of devils
Too many airways
Angels so unseen and unsaid
Grade me as insane
Brew the beer of the ones we have forgotten
The grain and the wheat
The holy bread and wine
Grapes, posion to its name
Starve us from attention
Take me from house and home
Break me down, piece by piece
And attach me to the ships of Mar
Oh lover of mine
I write this ode to you
And cry if you must, this satanic devine
But do not come to me for comfort
 Loveable_Hated · Mon Oct 23, 2006 @ 10:23pm · 2 Comments |
