I worship
The glass deity,
Inside the temple of insanity;
My temple of insanity.
With spirals for eyes,
And darkness for lips,
She shines in the moonlight.
My goddess, I bow to her.
She gazes
With eyes of pity,
Inside the temple of insanity;
My temple of insanity.
Her skin was glass
And I was oblivious to my nails.
Her blood bathed in the moonlight,
My goddess, please forgive me.
On her throne
I'm sitting,
Inside the temple of insanity;
My temple of insanity.
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
I worship
The glass deity,
Inside the temple of insanity;
My temple of insanity.
With spirals for eyes,
And darkness for lips,
She shines in the moonlight.
My goddess, I bow to her.
She gazes
With eyes of pity,
Inside the temple of insanity;
My temple of insanity.
Her skin was glass
And I was oblivious to my nails.
Her blood bathed in the moonlight,
My goddess, please forgive me.
On her throne
I'm sitting,
Inside the temple of insanity;
My temple of insanity.
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