Poets racking absinthed brains
Could never fully paint these nights
No martyr parting from his pain
Could utter words so erudite
As those she now divulged to me
In throes of passions grip
Indulging latent fantasies
That ran forked tongues along the lip
Of fate's pudenda
The twisted snake's agenda
Now the world would bend
To her deadly legacy
Life's graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight
From the convent at All Hallows Fair
Without contemplating, we fled through the night
Too blood-drunk and c*nt-sated to care
The Goddess had spoken
And woken desire
It crackled in the air around us
A psychic force shimmering like fire
And on her breasts, that old necklace
The one I snuck from the f*cked Abyss
Whose dirty little secret, other than me
Now shone with bold intensity
Vast the power it possessed
The darkness Brought to living flesh
Could never fully paint these nights
No martyr parting from his pain
Could utter words so erudite
As those she now divulged to me
In throes of passions grip
Indulging latent fantasies
That ran forked tongues along the lip
Of fate's pudenda
The twisted snake's agenda
Now the world would bend
To her deadly legacy
Life's graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight
From the convent at All Hallows Fair
Without contemplating, we fled through the night
Too blood-drunk and c*nt-sated to care
The Goddess had spoken
And woken desire
It crackled in the air around us
A psychic force shimmering like fire
And on her breasts, that old necklace
The one I snuck from the f*cked Abyss
Whose dirty little secret, other than me
Now shone with bold intensity
Vast the power it possessed
The darkness Brought to living flesh
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