Rise! Before their lies
Consume what is blind!
Raped Nike falls like Adam's pride
Prelude starts!
Our Eden becomes a coarse
When signs of sheets, not enough
Menace from the Syjon's Bow!
I won't my knees before them fall!
My will is blessed with suicide
Or even a bitter Depths
Of Baal's menace
Where gravity calls the angels
Their fairness.
I worship You with all my words
From satin and velvet threads.
Curse me!
Above Jude's altars and son of Cross.
Yours feet are winded with softly caught air.
Self consciousness Red Robe
From Nazarenes laird.
None above Purgatory
Or even a bitter Depths
I've prayed That night
Leaving Your grave
Trying to hear them in veins.
I worship You with the words
From parching votary lusts
Cross and me!
Castigate with the scorching air.
Brake through sins scars, those who flee
Nails and whores deeper damn but shrove.
Thaw of magistrates specified.
Dazzling with veil from pale madness,
Course to the someone christened was "Failed"
Those who faint, like reasons for pray
Last time I gorged them demanding to seine
My Clef, greed, seven called failed
Separate me as those
Son of twisted, cross!
Son!
Sons of twisted cross!
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