Für Milly

Beneath the ravaged moon

We speak and we swoon

And spill blood

Not an hour too soon

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When morning sun rapes dawn

And day’s illusion drapes her gown

We rip and we brood

Like the smile of a tortured clown

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My beloved, come thee hither

Partake of lavender’s heather

Behold Satan’s brood

Rip the fetid whelp asunder

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Drink to your death

With every dying breath

Where once you stood

There shall rise a new birth

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Life, it’s but a passage

A father, but a faded vestige

Don thee thy prayer’s hood

And in sacrament thy fears assuage

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Flesh is not the sinew of thy love

Sublime indeed is the raven dove

When this you have understood

Grace will adorn you from below and from above

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A child is father to the man

The man is bound to his son

On a cross fashioned from Ash wood

Is emblazoned the risen Sun

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So break bread and be free

Drink my blood, don’t you see?

There’s neither bad, nor is there good

Only my reflection on a placid crimson sea


-Iliad Alexander Terra

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