Luyện nghe bài hát Great Castration

He drew a question a curtain of flies,
there colors in the dreams of the blind?'
He knew the answer when you out his eyes,
'Does count?'
Flaccid the severed you clench.
walking carrion stench.
Your lover was a street working wench.
And she you.

Rejoice and the great castration.
your knives.

They down a manicured talon flood.
Like harpies in a rapture of blood.
How comical we to call you a stud.
Now stumpy.
disciple my unholy desire.
Shriek harmonies in our choir.
And set androgynous corpes afire.
Those seraphim are memories.

She pick your bones after all.
Your skull took its upon the wall.
Where her scarred you,
those are married to you.

They found her swinging from a
in the of the church of Jesus Christ.
We RAPE.
We know whose are stained red.