Myrealitygone

Anger betrays me as I see the blasphemy people have vent The torture and defilementwill surely never relent Virgin coloura and rejected lovers ensure I shall never repent Distress and betrayal make me undress and relate my unholy decent Murderous eye and terriified cries reveal my true intent She smiles in glee while most would flee from the tortures my heart can invent A twisted mother nor star crossed lover fill this air with lament Not even the heavens above can defeat the power of love And with it we will begin our true Ascent