Brilliant Blasphemy

Burnt like tongues, in our steaming soup. Now this taste, is of ashen anticipation. The wasted walls of youth decaying In due damnation the very writer of the law, Indeed the first to break it. Innocence like spiders, distressed when webs were shaken. ATHENA! ATHENA! stripped in naked virtue. endless clout about you, and a hollow soul before you. Filled and then sucked dry, your love like one would bar tend. mixed and then poured out, an oscillating option.