Coiled embalmed

wretched face of evil

Lies sinned and furied, in spite of it's glory

All matters sewn into one prophet

I nail this one seed, and crawl back through it's onset

Winged lashes - vast essence

Dead skin holds the poet

A simple red mask keeps the rain from the sunset

A triangular wave left me covered with lies

Essential for it's beauty as the shepherd dies

All - fallen enslaved

All - vanished awoken

It's eyes may seem dreamy but soon lies a token

That buries three hearts, six feathers

- One oaken

To crack self-made concepts

To hold one great feast

A soak-wet cold fairy gave birth to the beast

My sins turns to flowers as the rain turns to dust

Please shower my mind in your ghostlike lust

...it's a fistful must...