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Thanks to the god that left her The beast within Bound here to the altar standing Peace within The Card is Tranquility, Balance and Stillness Legs spread like pillars of Heaven, exquisite Arms raised like holders of torches extended She is calm now, has the moon light upon her Let us begin I call her Selene. I call her Luna Lips touch her chin I see her haloed in symmetry perfect Lash touch her skin I see her robes whipping quickly all from her I sense her skin calling hungry for knowledge I feel her pull now with famished excitement Give to the lash what the lash wants to take I am Eater of sin Holy is the energy, Holy the night The sphere of perfection, the urge to bite Pierce it with thumbs, pierce and produce From the fruit of the pomegranate, pomegranate juice Here in the hell we have set her Secrets unsealed Rage of our bodies have met her She is revealed Mouth now to mouth is an unending chasm Fire in the blood and the milk and the plasm Sensations meted in rictus and in spasm The heart of the beast is the heart of ****** What was within Released again I am eater of sin Eater of sin.
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 5:37 AM UTC
Sin..The Eater Of Sin
Thanks to the god that left her The beast within Bound here to the altar standing Peace within The Card is Tranquility, Balance and Stillness Legs spread like pillars of Heaven, exquisite Arms raised like holders of torches extended She is calm now, has the moon light upon her Let us begin I call her Selene. I call her Luna Lips touch her chin I see her haloed in symmetry perfect Lash touch her skin I see her robes whipping quickly all from her I sense her skin calling hungry for knowledge I feel her pull now with famished excitement Give to the lash what the lash wants to take I am Eater of sin Holy is the energy, Holy the night The sphere of perfection, the urge to bite Pierce it with thumbs, pierce and produce From the fruit of the pomegranate, pomegranate juice Here in the hell we have set her Secrets unsealed Rage of our bodies have met her She is revealed Mouth now to mouth is an unending chasm Fire in the blood and the milk and the plasm Sensations meted in rictus and in spasm The heart of the beast is the heart of ****** What was within Released again I am eater of sin Eater of sin.
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 5:37 AM UTC
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