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Confessional
On my knees with hands pressed together
A confession and a prayer-
For his pleasure,
I plead for forgiveness
He then conveys his sins onto his burning angel
Sitting at the confessional stall, our tongues meet with a crucifix in between
The burning candles spilled at the altar now meets our flesh
Lubricating in holy water but drenching our souls in sin
Oblivious to our own passion,
The sound of our lust echoes in the cathedral
As the sound of 1,000 lost angles who whimper in envy at our humanly pleasure joins the echo
The vibrational frequency of pain & agony leads us to our final sulk,
(Closest to death)
Like Adam & Eve,
We create our foreordained truth
A confession and a prayer-
For his pleasure,
I plead for forgiveness
He then conveys his sins onto his burning angel
Sitting at the confessional stall, our tongues meet with a crucifix in between
The burning candles spilled at the altar now meets our flesh
Lubricating in holy water but drenching our souls in sin
Oblivious to our own passion,
The sound of our lust echoes in the cathedral
As the sound of 1,000 lost angles who whimper in envy at our humanly pleasure joins the echo
The vibrational frequency of pain & agony leads us to our final sulk,
(Closest to death)
Like Adam & Eve,
We create our foreordained truth
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