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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 |