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She wants to come
At the stroking of midnight

Gather for the Sabbath, the church bell rings
To dine on belief and other righteous things
Glorious be the Lord in the lamb blood
Spilled 'cross her coffin, a little taste of God
A man in black robes spitting forth his lies
Of a heaven beyond his reach, so denied
Patience is a virtue, 'fore sin is hers
Cloaked in darkness and steeped in throes of murder

Christ on the cross, the crutch is her lust
Chastity belts slowly turning to dust
Sucking and fucking and sacrilegious wine
Thunder and hunger, vampiric trysts divine

Jesus, savor the saviour, believe us
Spreads herself open for sin denied
With a crucifix betwixt her thighs
Jesus, seduce the recluse, believe us
And put on a show of vile caress
So that the devil may care to witness

Black candles flicker in thickening gloom
Bewitching moans beneath cold winter moons
A succubus enraptured by God's grace
Thirteen commandments entwined within her lace
Black and twisted like spider web art
Sacraments made when undeath never parts
Ecstatic and malevolent sighs from lips
Accustomed to the fingers of the abyss

Christ on the cross, the crutch is her lust
Chastity belts slowly turning to dust
Sucking and fucking and sacrilegious wine
Thunder and hunger, vampiric trysts divine

Jesus, savor the saviour, believe us
Spreads herself open for sin denied
With a crucifix betwixt her thighs
Jesus, seduce the recluse, believe us
And put on a show of vile caress
So that the devil may care to witness

Drip of vaginal discharge
Falls, steadily, like the rain
Mix with sacrificial blood
Of bodies dead in the mud
Questing fingers of madness
Find treasure in the darkness
Of hallowed tombs, thrice removed
And the holy flesh that she doth consume

Sodom her Gomorrah
I see portents in the scars
Count your blessings
She comes like a falling star

The true nature of her beast
Is to bask in the cum of Jesus

Christ on the cross, the crutch is her lust
Chastity belts slowly turning to dust
Sucking and fucking and sacrilegious wine
Thunder and hunger, vampiric trysts divine

Jesus, savor the saviour, believe us
Spreads herself open for sin denied
With a crucifix betwixt her thighs
Jesus, seduce the recluse, believe us
And put on a show of vile caress
So that the devil may care to witness

She wants to come
At the stroking of midnight



(c) 2016 Frank Green




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