PRAISES – Our Father
In This Year: Hierophant (Hand Drawn Dracula, 17.6.2022)
In this house I drink my coffee black
My hands are spit shined
I watch you from a window of
A window from behind
A window from behind round glass
You want it, you want it, you want it
Let go
I’ve hitch my nine lives
To your skeleton branches
Don’t grip the nails
For your 90 lashes
To be disgusted by you
I’d rather your death
Purging my brain
To have none left
Too many ghosts
In my bed
You wan it, you wan it
I let loose on Saturday night
Instead of you
I let loose on Saturday night
Instead of on you
Our father don’t tell me that you needed it
Don’t tell me that she needed it too
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