The Whore's Trophy I


You try to allure us in scarlet
A killing time for the disposable and deceived
From this cup is the blood tainted by the formation of depravity
Dieting on our new wine
What a mystery you have become
Captivating us by the savor from the golden cup
We are left drunk with a new doctrine
Your prostitution will collapse that which makes us your harlot's embrace
I decline this bitter taste
Our lamps lie half empty, yet we will refuse and watch you burn







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