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...