Survivors gather around the embers, to kick the moon dust to ignite the stardust!
Their blood is like new red wine, bubbling within in the permafrost of super-lust.
O the super-lust, we are nailed to the crucifix of youth,
Stabbed in the heart by human desires, we agree to be dust!!
Of God, I am not legion but a tormented mirror.
I reflect the anguish of your lonely stare!!
O Love, love, love!
You cannot hide behind the trees of pain.
Your intentions glow in the dark in ghostly swamps!
With bloody ink stains you have sought the path of destruction and revenge.
There is no way of stopping you now!
O hail, hail, bloody Mary of Hate.
You are a strange mutation of love!
Your love lets evil make the call…
Love is a nutrient for pain.
Then please let the pain be mine!
I say yes to that subtle tyrant!
Peace only comes when you are in the grave!
But the grave buries the pain
With super-lust into the afterlife!
Does it not?