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Fresh nights, blood hell
Very dark, placid skies above
No moon shining the untouched ass
Of the boy door
Beginning to feel the impressions
Of a strange
Set the skin of a female
a furnace, illuminates in blue

Hands melt the burning surface
Feel no pain, kiss the burner, fall away
Blood runs the inside of her thighs
She her grip in one last exaggerated movement
And falls to the ground a of ashes

The furnace stands over the mound
The next in line, a young boy
And is assaulted by the
Shooting out like tongues
Of animals
Of a hungry

The disciple now crouches in the of God
His second skin
The boy lay and tired
and tired

Let us him so badly, look to the sky and says
Threatening my existence their faces
In a room, a room, I sit and I
I wash dirt from my face with water
I wash dirt from my face with water
Dried with the shroud of new

You're behind walls, I can't see
I'm hiding walls, you can't see