Bethlehem
Dead White Marten
Possibly, unexpected**Allowing a Scorpion thatOf what we still don't knowAnd let it fall in sculptured bloodBy the Swing of his scrotumThe Putatives Grade your pre-judging swoonOverflowing bashfully to the view of a Shaved GodIn the brutal Darkness of an abandoned Horse eyeA second Scissor obtains admissionOver fivefolds of sorrowAnd it wasn't just the ChaosKnitted like clothesThen when a flaming creature did itIn the self-chosen dances of deathAnd the Darker ones leadThe Seraphs who hurriedly chase the soundsTo Keep back the thoughts of BurstingA pissed Eel,Whose effigy steps over the edge of the AbyssNo Flames reach meAnd no one is already thereWhere my death Discords withAn Enslaved toy baseSongtexteNo Nail Shadows tears through the stillnessOf my submissive return homeYet, only to Directly sit itself on a shorter sword beltOver the consumed shame of my darken ardorDeath Believes negligence instigates with vehemenceAcross the pale ashes that broods a ready to fry LoveAnd the once straight beam is now bentAnd strapped to the wick no more.
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