And dance on your entrails
Feast on your wicked garden
To break what once was frail
Bleed into the darkness that is me
Let me sip from the Holy Grail
Skip to beats of sixes and threes
My heart begins to wail
Let me have everything you desire
A passing wind to stroke the fire
Nothingness and being passed through a wire
And all the unborn children we shall sire
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