| Eyes of perfect ivory
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| Match the sweetest lengths of your neck
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| I’m but a stain to such holy fabrics
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| Darwin’s proposal
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| Bouncing back from colored glass
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| Serpents will guide me to your hull
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| Slithering between the pews of pearl
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| I’ll walk a path of purity and temporary grace
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| Whatever it may take to eat and drink of you till slaked
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| To run a gloveless finger up
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| Curvaceous trembling leg
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| We mustn’t wait
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| The fruits of tragedy we’ll taste
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| I’ll be Adam, you’ll be Eve
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| We’ll fuck and procreate
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| I’m being strangled by his statue
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| If only his cold eyes could weep
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| For these things that shouldn’t be
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| Father, I’ve been sinning
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| I’ve pulled a fast one
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| The perfect sleight of fate
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| Goddamn, girl
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| Like an hourglass I’ll invert you
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| The higher powers shuddering
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| At what you have become
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| The laws of science abandoned
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| Thrust into purgatory
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| Mary, you’ve never looked so tender
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| I will you statues here
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| To take a breath of life and look upon
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| Her virgin skin raised in anticipation
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| The dark has won
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| My darkness has won again
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| What is truth?
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| I cannot yet discern
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| Kneeling in hope of reprimand
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| This Father’s love shall not within me flow
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| I’ve fallen to my knees in hollow prayer
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| How original a sin!
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| We’ll fuck and procreate
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| And burn this planet in our wake
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| I’m being strangled by his statue
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| If only his cold eyes could weep
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| For these things that should not be
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| The only heaven I will know
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| Is heaving 'neath the buttons of your blouse
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| We’ll be immortal
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| A most blessed union of lust
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| The flames of Hell shall lick our coattails
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| As we feast of infinity’s bust |