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SACRIFICING CONSTANCE MOON
The sins of last night shine vile just like a crime scene reveled
Chains her down like a beast to be killed
Euthanize with black needles dipped in poisonous excremented shit
She guilty of possession thirteen steps from confessions
She’s stripped and
Tied to the stake pounded into her heart and raped
Godless sodomites
Hammer the nails of faith in deeper
They fester away
But still won’t break her
Jesus will not shed a tear even when the Rapture’s near
Because innocence is still false when you're dancing the devil’s waltz
Grin at the beauty of the black sun
Casting forth a cold shadow guiding light for those below
Tied to the stake pounded into her heart and raped
Godless sodomites
Hammer the nails of faith in deeper
They fester away
But still won’t break her
Demons be driven
Like a harlot from Hell
From the tender age of the black death and the rise of fraudulent gods
Forcing the words beget by man down the throats of the starving ones
Constantiae in morte feeds upon the sheep reserved to court
The Countess bereft of her tomb, hungry, petpetua ad mortem
Behind her veil she’s burning just like she’s the ember queen
I’m choking on her smoke, dying now
The catalyst of coming storms echo while the horizons mourn
The passing of sweet Constance welcome the Gothic romance
And with my departed Faust I so beheld such a crux
Therefore I must fall from Heaven amid the screams just to deafen
My own ears to those wretched laments
That I would rise from the tomb to embrace her ‘neath the moon
Once again
Tied to the stake pounded into her heart and raped
Godless sodomites
Hammer the nails of faith in deeper
They fester away
But still won’t break her
Demons be driven
Like a harlot from Hell
Tied to the stake pounded into her heart and raped
Godless sodomites
Hammer the nails of faith in deeper
They fester away
But still won’t break her
Demons be driven
Sacrificing Constance Moon
And thus I crawled before her Gothic shrine and saw
Godless cenobites
Raise the lip of the coffin creeper
The shroud falls away
Faith never broke her
Demons be driven
Arise Mistress Constance Moon
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 24th Apr 2017
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