Saturday, January 30, 1993

Untitled (Jan 30, 1993)

Brood of dogs, bitches calling
Evil sirens, witches crawling
Foggy night, driving in darkness
An open grave, the sweet adulteress
 
A snake in the grass
A bird in the hand
A hand in the bush
A boot in the ass
 
Bite of spider, sting of wasp
Kiss of death, so count the cost
Pleasure's torture, torture's pain
Heaven's loss is Satan's gain
 
White flesh, red blood
Tasting wine as rivers run
Virgins and infants, mothers and whores
Angels that I adore 
 

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