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Title: Luxuria Author: TakeThisBloodForInk
Delirium deals a devastating wake So callow, pulling the airy strings at heart Yet drawing near on flighty descent Urging me back down the depravity days Show me shades of the crescent moon When the pheromones of heated blood lead me The battered beast gnawing at his chains Sneering, the prey sifts through the thicket The scent caught and the chase embarks Fly the weary streams of stars Or fall fool to the manic dreams Take His righteous grasp from around my throat I refuse the chaste blade begging for flesh No wine flow forth from His pyrite cup A king not fit nor worthy for His crown of thorns For I should pray the thistled noose far sooner Comments on "Luxuria"
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