Step inside, tender wench
Dry your tears and step beneath
Don't mind when their thirst is quenched
On maidens who're gagging to breathe

Don't mind them cruel swines
Foolishly tightening their noose
But witness the sanguineous vines
And the nectars they set loose

Witness them succulent lotuses petals
With innocence blooming at early birth
Chaste fluids filling glass vessels
Bloody pistils ain't much of a worth

Devoured by ethyl and raindrops of wax
Scent of virgins wakes unspoken deeds
The colours fade to the soul canvas
To feed thy sacreligious needs

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