Lies, and youll fill their souls With all the precious of this world, And all the glory youll receive? So What makes you supreme? Lies, and your crown is falling. I offer fantasy, and you, Create the blind, with envy. Let the children come to me Their mother loves me, so shall they Woman, bleeding, ate my gifts Man was close behind Just like a snake Im slithering Thru my world divine And like the cat Im stalking Ill take your soul and Youll Be like me In emptiness, free Just bow to me faithfully Bow to me splendidly
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 23:56:54 +0000
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