Damn you with dirt and tearsDamn you for years and
Into thy loneliness comes the sound of PanFrom the edge
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Lie down on this pillowWhile I speak to you in
False Christ'sAnd prophets riseWoe unto themThus the smoke from thy
From beneath the depths of her nestTara Ntula comes for
Your bodyIs in the templeOf the Holy GhostBut if you'd
White faced lovers wreath in sexNaked bodies no latexSink in