Christlike, whipped and weak
Painted nails driven through the meek
Yet in obituary
My dreams still weep
Of dark blood and f**king thee
Painted nails driven through the meek
Yet in obituary
My dreams still weep
Of dark blood and f**king thee
Thou art seventh heaven burning
Going down as with the day
Baring lunar curvature
Like canvas for a lick of pain...
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