.
Impaled with sunken eyes,
hung out to dry in the sun.
They crawled up the living crucifix,
struggling to be the first to see heavens' gates.
Wrapped into submission,
Bacchus prepared the crystal
wine glasses. His finest hour.
Temptation's seed hath scattered.
.
Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 10:13 PM UTC
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Impaled with sunken eyes,
hung out to dry in the sun.
They crawled up the living crucifix,
struggling to be the first to see heavens' gates.
Wrapped into submission,
Bacchus prepared the crystal
wine glasses. His finest hour.
Temptation's seed hath scattered.
.
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