Passion stains the godless taste The human eye now raped and dazed Our marks of shame soon worn away — The spider's trapped in a web of clay Naked in the desert of delight Banish the thoughts into the night Scarecrow — servant of demise Parting the honey from the flies What's in the veins is what to keep Still the floods of rapture sound asleep Visions fade and die at ease — Inferior slaves are ours to please The last of shadows shapes the end From mountains high it all descends One single dagger — unleash the doom Creation falls in my closed room
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