eyes of perfect ivory
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match the sweetest lengths of her neck
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I am but a stain to such holy fabrics
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darwin's proposals bouncing back
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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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and 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, 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 so create
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I'm being strangled by his statue
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if only his cold eyes could weep for these things that should not be
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father, I've been sinning
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I've pulled a fast one, 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 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, I will you statues
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here 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 so create
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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 for these things that should not be
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father, I've been sinning
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I've pulled a fast one, 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 only heaven I will know is heaving 'neath the buttons of your blouse
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we'll be immortal, a most blessed union of lust
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the flames of hell shall lick our coat-tails as we feast of infinities bust
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Novelty Crosses
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| The Black Dahlia Murder |
