Feed the lion.
She is the law of the light
and the love of the lamb.
Teeth tear open wounds
ripping skin like rags;
flesh for the feast,
an altar for the beast.
She looks at her prey.
Her eyes pierce the heart.
Her body's of a lover.
Her breast are of a mother.
She swallows the sin of it's soul.
She eats the salts in it's sweat.
and let's the blood wrap around lips
dripping crimson on the sands.
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 10:36 AM UTC
Feed the lion.
She is the law of the light
and the love of the lamb.
Teeth tear open wounds
ripping skin like rags;
flesh for the feast,
an altar for the beast.
She looks at her prey.
Her eyes pierce the heart.
Her body's of a lover.
Her breast are of a mother.
She swallows the sin of it's soul.
She eats the salts in it's sweat.
and let's the blood wrap around lips
dripping crimson on the sands.
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