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PARAMOURS AND LUSTMORD
A bed of black roses haunted
By the light of thirteen candles
Immortalizing the despair
Of poisoned poetry in the air
i long to taste the lips
of lilith's painted gifts
Paramours and LUSTMORD
PARAMOURS and lustmord
paramours and lustmord
PARAMOURS AND LUSTMORD
We will gorge the demons on sin
Now that we thrive in dementia
Writhing together on the crux
Of your kiss in our apocalypse
Shackled to the well of the void
As I bleed for the coffer's dream
Demonizing the only thing
That keeps alive the afflictive king
i am lost in the haze
smoke of the pulpit's blaze
Paramours and LUSTMORD
PARAMOURS and lustmord
paramours and lustmord
PARAMOURS AND LUSTMORD
WE WILL GORGE THE DEMONS ON SIN
NOW THAT WE THRIVE IN DEMENTIA
WRITHING TOGETHER ON THE CRUX
OF YOUR KISS IN OUR APOCALYPSE
it's been SO FUCKING LONG since WE came home
THE STENCH of decay and THE sweet taste of TEMPTATION
THE PILES OF MEAT AND BONE DEVOURED BY DAMNATION
True love and LUSTMORD
TRUE LOVE and lustmord
true love and lustmord
TRUE LOVE AND LUSTMORD
We will gorge the demons on sin
Now that we thrive in dementia
Writhing together on the crux
Of your kiss in our apocalypse
Paramours and LUSTMORD
PARAMOURS and lustmord
paramours and lustmord
PARAMOURS AND LUSTMORD
WE WILL GORGE THE DEMONS ON SIN
NOW THAT WE THRIVE IN DEMENTIA
WRITHING TOGETHER ON THE CRUX
OF YOUR KISS IN OUR APOCALYPSE
i long to taste the lips
of lilith's painted gifts
i love you too damn much
to save your soul again
Published 4th Dec 2019
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© 2019 Frank Green
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