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Bestial Lust (Bitch)
Like birds of may with playful faces Fills me with delight Their crystal skirts Spun from stars, worn tight Wink of fists in wishful places
Start this artist darkness
Yearning now to start this Burning as an artist Turning on the darkness Dizzy looking up with pervertigo A sewer deity of recrement World below
I'll make you pray
My whims like smoke in summertime Writhe atop the blooms Committing their thin White catholic limbs To the cloister in my room
You see i need To feed my dreams to order To be agreed With the beast in me That bleeds their borders
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