He breathes in silent longing As She finds joy in his despair Ignoring all discomfort His limbs asleep, his mind aware
Running of his forehead His fevered thoughts drip to the floor His shame Her greatest triumph She holds a key, he is the door
“Mercy! Mercy!” Screams a thought. “The night was long and I am broken... O please have mercy on my soul! Accept my patience as a token.”
Comfort him with words unspoken As you wield your wrath and smite his flesh May skin be bruised and pride be broken Increased catharsis. Lash upon lash.
Strike, o Goddess of Redemption! Raise your hand against your servant! Crush the body! Cleanse the soul! For he is the embodiment of abomination...
The demon of his failings Sips wine atop his aching back She weighs upon his ego With every word, another crack
Strike, o Goddes of Contempt! Let his existence feed your fury! Destroy his masculine misconception! For he should know he is not worthy...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
