Ill Of An Imaginary Guilt

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Come to my bossom, at night I'd like to tuck you in To show you my devotion I'd live your fright I wanna be the infamy - I wanna wound your caprice I need to try your malice - My dark, poetic extasy I'd like to lick your beauty I'd wish to scar your sweetened wounds To reap your rotten fruits Your loving gotta suit me Oh, let me be the one - Who will you free See how love unveils her - Incomparable mystery I wanna feel your hungry skin I wanna touch the sacrificed To make you the holy praised Whore... of my radiant sin I wanna see you sacrificed I wanna be your wet skin To share with you the greatest sin My angelic, capricious whore! I'd wish to ruin death and violate... life Together stay on a heavenly day My dark, sinister angel How sweet it must have been To be your hungry, velvet skin To both rejoice in thrilling dreams I need your loving as I need to be Did we see our other face How it'd ghastly fall from grace Well, I was the dead you played with And you... the angel I raped Darling, you used to suck dry me creed Spit out my seed... I used to play and win I adored you struggling, idolized your everything But honey, guess, I've always been... Loving you...

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