MYSTERY BABYLON

Sometimes I wonder if

I’ll learn to leave you,

Ever, ever.

Wonder if

I’ll learn to get high without you

Ever.

Everybody out here

Has a whole lot of time,

If you ask it in youth,

Messing with you

Is an endless adventure.

See, I can resist 

Your venomous lips,

For your aftertaste

Of bitterness…

But not this illusion

Of helplessness…

No, not your

Feminine tenderness…

I’ve spread my blood

Across hallowed ground.

I’ve cast crowns

For your wicked pleasure.

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