The SphinxDo you want me to commit osculation on life? If not , why are you crying love?The Sphinx
I think she is dead.She: God. like Kali terrified of dead sending disciples to kill and kill and kill in hopes that life is finite and if enough die more life left for her like God in the image of an artist killed by her own creation
Are you asking me to commit osculation on... ...What? Life Death Suicide.
But don't you know Dear; Wherever Abraham lifts his knife There is no true freedom at all. (Only series of constant promises and betrayals)
Nocturnal LoveShould I hold thy hands within mine To feel warmth slowly goes away Soothe the sorrow , behold the painNocturnal Love
Should I rest thy soul within mine For weary I am with the dread of love Fallen from the moon that shines over thee And with the chains bound to thee Under thy wings of sorrow
Should I embrace thy eyes Wandering lost on narrow paths Fallen asleep with the sunrise
Under the moonlight A tragedy composed by Night’s Dark Muse And a wind caresse thy womb Impregnated with tales bedimmed
Under the moonlight A raven came scree
CrucifixionLittle girl lost, Little boy dead.Crucifixion
Did you take a crucifixion To the that beamish heart of yours. Their father and mother desired children and they begot them.
And they wanted a mother and a father They begot tear and the sea. I think there must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
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