(...I heard exhortations of angels, imploring me to go back, return from this place of lies detained by fatalistic visions spurned, each glistening drop of truth held up for)
I'll be your sore to bleed Keep draining fear the hole Prone preying forced to kneel Penetrated left to fall All sacred offed to steal Circled eyes of mauve A plea, locked far away Call me the whore
(...I heard exhortations of angels, yet they were false and impure, calling me forth to lure me into some false sense of serenity, into believing if I just chose to annihilate the pain through enforcement of carefully placed neglect I could take control and banish these demons forever...)
To hear your solemn promise torn Bled reason, remains to scorn Seen through the lies, where left these Truths meant to swallow whole Only suffer promise of
(He put a pillow over her face and spread her scrawny legs One finger, two fingers, breathe, breathe, blackness)
When all the words collapse Wasted pretty bruise is born So we see where limbs break This for naught
(...They implored me to go back, tj return to the place held holy and secure but I felt their gentle arms which encircled me to be of greatest bondage, struggling against what could only break me in half, wings like issue, so much deciet)
Hidden disease, for one Endless disguise This forlorn
(Threads of lies hang down the garment which is my life I see the world through a veil of suspicion and betrayal, disappointment and desease...)
Keep hidden filthy whore
(And touching this we may say what is known by experience; that these women satisfy their filthy lusts not only in themselves, but even in the mighty ones of the age, of whatever state and condition; causing by all sorts of witchcraft the death of their souls through the excessive infatuation of carnal love, in such a way that for no shame or persuation can they desist from such acts)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
