If the moon
Was our son
Could the stars
Be our baby girl
If tonight
Was your last
Id pick up the Earth
To give you the world
Pray a prayer
Of innocence
That sin leaves us alone
Dropping seeds in my garden
To find a way back home
Mixing black
With white
Energizing spurts
Gray
Holding tight
Calming sea
Swayed
Please tell me
The moon is our son
As we consume our baby girl
Blood sweet to taste
Sticky as we touch
Sin is pleasure
In our world

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