the lights are on
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the tvs off
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the floors are flesh and silk
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both sinfully soft
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skin glides over silk
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and silk glides over skin
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the penthouse is alive tonight
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theres people writhing in its veins
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sunken in the masters chair
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lord golds face? blank survey
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women pleasure men at the wave of his golden hand
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and turn to receive as he waves again
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the wine is fire
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the whiskys full of stars
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theres a deaf mute in a bunny suit
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working the bar
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the lovers FUCK
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they pulse and moan
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passion paying tribute
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at the foot of a porcelain.......
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sunken in the masters chair
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lord golds face? blank survey
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women pleasure men at the wave of his golden hand
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and turn to receive as it waves again
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STILL HIS EYES ARE LIKE AN EMPTY CAROUSEL
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PROMISING PLEASURE BUT OFFERING NONE!
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....she feels him,
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WATCHING GAZING LEERING BLANKLY VACANT WORTHLESS GOLDEN PERFECT
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and outside of these walls these walls nothing exists
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and inside of these walls theres flesh + gold and blood in the wine
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outside theres barren emotional landscapes
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here we drink, dream + cum inside
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here theres no pain
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HERE.....SHE.......COMES
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WASH OFF THE FILTH AND BRING HER
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shower her body with julep and incense
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fill her with jewels covered in cum
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sacrificed in HIS alter of passions
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the golden day has come
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the lights are all off now
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and the love growing louder
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the pink, throbbing and filling the room
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indulging the inner, denying the outer
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shes brought before he
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his empty gaze it lingers....
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...he beats a cats paw- against a toy drum
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his GOLDEN WILL be done.
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(FIN)
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Lord Gold Throneroom
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| Horse The Band |
