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Sister midnight comes blaspheming 

Screaming in the keys of faith and fear 

Unentwining, our spines twists me to kneeling 

Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear 

Defiled at heart in this perfect hell 

Under red leaves bleeding over scaled chateau we fell 

To demonocracy, where neither Adam or Eve 

Conceived of such iniquities from pleasure or pain 

Or the razor's edge in between 

Thou art my seventh heaven burning 

Going down as with the sun 

Within like a river fluids moves a torrent 

Bound to please on denierred knees 

In any wicked way that her whims may warrant 

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I hang on every verb, every dirty word, interred 

In her pornoglossa, Christlike, whipped and weak 

Painted nails driven through the meek 

Yet in obituary, my dreams still weep 

Of dark blood and fucking thee 

Thou art my seventh heaven burning 

Going down as with the day 

Baring lunar curvature like canvas for a lick of pain 

Writhing like a viper deep inside her Eden 

Forbidden to eat, I kiss leylines to her feet 

Then baiting wrath, I steal a path 

Back to the fruits of her womb 

Back to the crack of her tomb 

Her roseate sliver quivers with snuff appeal 

The torque of her hips, lip-sync me in for the kill 

Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease 

I drain the cup of this Miss Sire, her water into wine for me 

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Thou art my seventh angel squirming 

'Neath the forked tongue of the beast 

Arching toward the fabled 

Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief 

Whilst the world outside 

A wood of suicide 

Would die for this release 

Our slow orgasmic fuses greet 

By night and by candle at each other's throat 

In a slick drift of red, setting God's teeth on edge 

We were as wolves preying inside the fold 

Of a slaughtered lamb throw on a four poster bed 

Succulent, Succubus 

Laid without rest In the dead of the night 

Succulent, Succubus 

In thy arms and thy wetness 

On glossed lips I taste 

Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced 

With thick unguent rum, black-rayed suns and autumn 

Always in season for our nightfall from grace 

Gorge upon my seed 

Starved Persephone 

Succulent, Succubus 

That I might keep 

Thee with me in Hades 

Succulent, Succubus 

Succour me 

Succulent, Succubus 

Succour me 

Succulent, Succubus 

Succulent, Succubus 

[Incomprehensible]