Jezebel,
Singing softly,
Her voice is light and fine,
As Jezebel’s dying embers
Rain down slowly upon mine…
Walking with this Jezebel,
It's evil scorched our sky,
Her lips are cold; her body sold,
Her hair is gold, divine…
Jezebel’s body writhes,
smothered in heavy midnight sin,
The tide brings darling Jezebel,
The sea invites her in…
Oh, she taunts the ghosts of kings;
They mourn her,
Egyptian cotton; jewels adorn her,
Jezebel’s ripest beauty flows
As nettle wine and gin…
Her lips, they part in slumber, and
Her skin a ghastly hue,
She smiles at his serpent's roar,
Fallen is Babylon’s finest whore,
Yet even as her heartbeat ceases, and
Virtue subcumbs to the heart’s diseases,
As Jezebel’s fine seduction,
We are ravenous, impure…
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