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AND THERE'S A LADY IN A STABLE
HER DADDY READS HER FABLES
ABOUT THE MOON & HIS BRIDE
HE'S IN HER ROOM EVERY NIGHT
& FEEDS UPON A TABLE

OF SILKEN ROBES
AN ALTAR OF STONE
BUT THE CHILD IS UNABLE
TO RUN, RUN, RUN
& FLEE HIS TOWER OF BABEL

SO BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD
SLITHERS DOWN HER ANKLES...

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i will tell you a secret,
5 lifetimes old ...

my life has been a prison,
a labyrinth built beneath the mountain of Tragedy.

i'm a stain on the cloth.
i'm just an after-thought.

but i
would die
for this ....

but through the veins of decay
i'll remain to betray

to live like Caesar.
to die like Jesus.

to build my own religion,
no gods, no laws

to celebrate pain
forsaken & ashamed

to watch them all,
crawl beneath us ...

on this bed of nails & regret
dying of fevers, betrayal, & sweat.

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