The Stars of Morning cry
When the sounds of my sins reach up
To the heavens
And echo through God’s paradise

Ecstasy pulls me through a weightless
And cloudy exultation

Where I no longer feel
My burning heart
Though all that’s left is ash

Oh how the Citizens of Mercy
Wretch when they see
The devil himself worships me

Sweating
Panting
Joyful pain

Biting
Licking
Seduced again

God’s gift torn apart
By my wretched guiltless heart
Weeping angels beg and plead
But I do not have mercy in me

My soul torn
Body wrecked
Empty shell
But if you bite my neck
Just once more
I can play the role of
Whore.

We’ll burn through
Broken clouds
With fiery hearts
Until naught is left
But dark silence
And cold ash

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