Smoke and Mirrors
The Sex-Love Trap
Gardens of orange fruit,
roses of thorns that prick,
ill trees that cannot bloom,
northern night that freezes
dreams of love and friendship,
religions of torment.
Only when I saw your
radiant, beautiful
gay face could I truly
ascend to a higher
state of true love and peace
mixed in with games and lies.
Priceless pearls reserved for
rare or beautiful men.
Antidotes for freedom,
no freedom for my pride.
Angels hug me only --
very soft, in my sleep.
Poisons that make me weep,
altars of idols sent
nearby your house where cries
deliver my soul to
imprisonment within
tombs of flesh and nations.
About the Creator
ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sywGCoGVL0E
Give me other parents and I will give you another world.
Da mihi chaste mater, et faciam tibi alium mundum.
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