Coiled embalmed
wretched face of evil
lies sinned and furied, in spite of it's glory
all matters sewn into one prophet
i nail this one seed, and crawl back through it's onset
winged lashes - vast essence
dead skin holds the poet
a simple red mask keeps the rain from the sunset
a triangular wave left me covered with lies
essential for it's beauty as the shepherd dies
all - fallen enslaved
all - vanished awoken
it's eyes may seem dreamy but soon lies a token
that buries three hearts, six feathers
- one oaken
to crack self-made concepts
to hold one great feast
a soak-wet cold fairy gave birth to the beast
my sins turns to flowers as the rain turns to dust
please shower my mind in your ghostlike lust
...it's a fistful must...