WITH STYLE SHE DIED
IN A PAINLESS RETIRE FAITH HOLD HER GAYER
NO TRUTHS WERE HOLD WISH TO GO IN THE SOLD
WORLD OF NOTHINGNESS
AND EVERYTHINGNESS
FOLD IN NO PYRE IN THESE CIRCLES OF ICE
THE TORMENT OF THESE CRIES
BUT JOY GIVES US AN ENEMY
AND PAIN GIVES US JOY, FO
BUT HELL HAS NO RULES AND DOWN SHE WON’T LISTEN TO CRUELS
“SPERM HAS NOW FILLED MY EYES”
IN PARADISE SHE WILL FIND EVERYTHING SHE WILL
DRILL FLOWERS FROM NECTARS OF MILK
IT SOUNDED LIKE AN INVITATION TO HELL
IT EVER HAD MISSED A DREAM OF IMMORTAL SILK
NOW CHAIRS HAVE FLOWN OVER THE AIR BLISSED BY THE BELL
AND RICHES BREATH OVER HEARTLESS COURTS
WHILE POORS BREATH THEIR HEARTS IN AGONY
AND HER SOUL HAS TRAVELLED OVER THE LONELY PORTS
AND MY EYES HAVE BLISSED HER BODY IN ARMONY
PLAYED BY GOLDEN ARCS OF ANGELIC SOUNDS
ONLY IN ONE PLACE SHE WILL BET HER POUNDS.
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