We define holy war in our wordplay.

Heaven be thy frame

Your bodice cum,

For me, as it would in his arms.

Our love making is blasphemy.

A community of happy heathens

Writhing in our sin and self-fulfillment.

If hell be a passion pit,

This be the sweet plunge to the beyond.

I swear I never knew it could get this dirty,

The wrong this right;

We write this wrong each night;

We knight each other with bones and bites.

You tight,

You right,

It’s been so long…

And so long we say to our morals.

We are the sweetest sin.

Every day, a prayer of forgiveness,

Each night, a hope to prolong the coming of our punishment.