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.
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.