Feast upon us
Feed off our fears
Evil is knocking at your door
Christian fanatic
Know that I come only in true form
And through your idiotic spears
I can only enjoy the pain and lying on the floor
Are your beliefs, as cryptic
As may be life, I will not conform
To you’re shallow contradiction
I will not tolerate your inquisition
Through the understatements of your people
Understatements of the blind
I’m not your antichrist but I can go on
Through your devastated confusion
Holiest of holy ramblings, deep in your hole
You’re not strong enough to find
The peace within your evil visions
The hatred within your loving god
Fret and fret some more
But it won’t make your life true
I’m just trying to live with incantations
You’re just trying to destroy the pod
That contains all the other beliefs and sore
Are your limbs once you break through
Blinding with temptation, be so obedient
The last resurrection of your shelf
Made ideals, turn them burgundy
As his blood was when he was hung on the cross
I am but a Witch, as some will be wiccans, some will be pagans
Judge not or be judged yourself
Cast not that finger upon me
Or I shall tear it off….
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Lovely
He’ll never say you’re lovely, you’re beautiful
He’ll just take you in and scrape your love
Off the parlour floor as you will make him bestial
And underestimate his capacity to absorb blood
The shadows hold no secrets in his temple
As you bear no clothing
So easy to make you tremble
Don’t you wonder why it’s mind boggling
Why he creeps under your skin
And penetrates you from both sides
Everytime he would touchm you would sin
Everytime he would bleed you would reside
Within his ego within his lust
Within something that you never had
As he will roughly touch your bust
He will always overlook your thoughts, so bad
That you have to strip for his demise
That you have to learn new skills to keep him satisfied
Hiding in dark corners, only nudity on which to rely
Will you ever come to understand what has been testified
You lie there motionless as he pushes himself in
You lie there emotionless as he shoves his hatred in you
He takes yet very rarely gives anything’s worth the pin
That pins you down on that cold rigid ground, ’tis true
That one of these days your body will take no more
Of this relentless abuse
Naked on the parlour floor
You are his muse…