A ransacked Eden bellows from an operatic swansong:
The final aria abreast the fate of men.
Absinthe swashed unto an unearthed grave
Of her love, endearment of faith,
The sadist razor thats sought.
Blessed is, behalf of his devil's delight,
The black lotus.
Upon a blanket of stars painted on a midnight canvas,
Capsized crosses mark a change in reality,
Sporadic nature brings a new kind of bestiality.
Incandescent morals in a maelstrom of flavors
Project the halcyon features of her porcelain beauty.
The prostitution of kindred spirits under her jurisdiction;
Within Eve an aberration takes form.
Necrosis from a feral wraith with morbid threads
Adulated with litanies, but no avail.
Dumbfounded by frivolous mockeries,
Yet cordially reverred by the duality of saints and sinners.
The pestilence grows not from especial loneliness
But from overdose of desire.
Dreams do shatter in her wake.
Something told in the wrath of Judgment,
Another nail marks a similar bane.
Through Babylon, screams become martyrs;
Immolation below splattered stars.
[ See through the night,
The truth left behind.
Run your fingers through her hair
And touch the divine of her light:
A demon's kiss right by her side.
When all dreams left are written in blood,
God himself may cry...
Connoisseur of the finest troup,
Left hand of thunder, right hand of truth.
My devil's whore lays upon the bedspread of bat wings,
Eyes shift to dunes and among, among our black saints.
Our dawn of new endeavor...
Leered into an abyss womb,
The sacrifice vainly ignorant shows certain veracity.
On a bed of nails with a crown of thorns on my chest;
Your inner thoughts, tantalized.
Within darkness, the parade marches on
Inside a level of consciousness unattainable
By constraints of the feeble human mind.]
Unfaithful eyes stare back from a meaningless reflection,
Vile truth that memory fails to serve well.
Your poisonous pheremones feed the nemesis inside.
My succubus, this euphoria is wrapped in Christ's blood.
And when I dream,
Abominations seed parts from its putrid remains:
But a beast stripped of pious virtues,
Insubordinate at Lucifer's disdain.
In this war promulgating lust and greed,
Depravation is a final solution
Harbingering the birth of Hell once more on Earth.
Omerta failed and boundaries breached,
Is this the beginning or the end?
The moon rises up while the truth is forgotten.
One last drink before one last trip into the incision,
Death has swift wings and tracks my cobblestone path.
I stand alone before her sanguine blight;
Kissing the cross and words bled dry.
Future matrimony from entrails of latter day saints,
The beast awakens from the enslave of God:
But a frozen moon chronicle of the virgin’s cunt.
Bastard son of her white swollen throat
Beating upon lust and gorgon scourge.
“Black moon, Lilith, Sister darkest,
Whose hands form the hellish mire,
At my weakest, at my strongest,
Molding me as clay from fire.
Black moon, Lilith, Mare of Night,
You cast your litter to the ground
Speak the Name and take to flight
Utter now the secret sound!”