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Its impressions are unmistakable"Prithee... charm me fro' mine mortal guiseI fear, by my throth, the evenfall o' youthMay I succumb to thee and claim thy most vital kiss...So what are you waiting for..."What lack of movement! What ice!Nothing stirs me, nothing excites me...I ask you, is this pleasure? What difference on the other side!What tickling on my senses! What excitement in my organs"Fro' Aurora's bed, of gods eyesight lost, a sick man shed his tearsDid I live dead or did I live at all when I knew nought but mortal fearsThe fume of my sighs draped the soilIntertwined with the fresh morning dewI bedevilled my name and succumbed to thy seductive fleshIn hope to remember the viewI taunt thee... daughter o' seraphsOh, I bevail thy loss of innocense...I will write, by my troth, a sonnet to thee my belovedHaunting... I wander through the crowded streets o' LondonDressed to kill and live and let live and leave traces o' redI think I'm kinda falling in love with youOh, fair virgin... spread thy angelwings and crown me for being a madmanInnocense and fear, mirrored in the savage eyes of lecherySweet sixteen, sweet innocent colleenI crave the sweet, sweet taste of thy naked vulvaSucking, sucking... and so on and so forth 'til I besmear thy innocenseMesmerized by thy poisonous wineAh, I fall in love...
Enslavement Of Beauty Traces O' Red - The Fall And Rise Of Vitality
