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I tasted the fever of Your existenceseems like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside, I stay awaytransmuting my quicksilver blood
KIA - that I may see
ZOS - that I may touchinsipid are the describing wordsthe self needs no vulgar praise
This worship has no supplicationsmy rite is to live and dothings naked, pure, of honest lustthe throbbing vortex feeds on it all
Sleep is the best of possible prayersthe winged eyes are blessed to seedowntrodden deception of every tormenttranspierced hymens my lust adores
Many images yet one raw fleshanimal steps I love to treadan ideal point where Time is Spacememory giant sores this journey must heal
Lady of Mourning and her monsterslay down the scythes for here I comejoyful and priapic my baby soula new-born one, ten million years old
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