Luyện nghe bài hát Great Castration

He drew a from a curtain of flies,
'Are there colors in the dreams of the
He knew the answer you tore out his eyes,
black count?'
Flaccid the member you clench.
Exalted walking stench.
Your scorned was a street working wench.
And she you.

Rejoice and join the castration.
Sharpen knives.

They down a manicured talon flood.
frenzied harpies in a rapture of blood.
How comical we used to you a stud.
Now stumpy.
disciple my unholy desire.
Shriek in our immaculate choir.
And set these androgynous afire.
sexless seraphim are memories.

She won't pick your bones 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 hands are stained red.