Love is a game where both players cheat Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil To have and to hold but death no longer parts Harlots and sluts, whores of our world Expose their stinking vaginas' Many who have no will of their own Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom Are you rich oh lord of vanity As you peddle your wears of cruelty Dressed up so you look the part So blind, it's ignorance you wear Quite brutal beyond belief Sores that weep their septic tears Dragged out through war torn lifetimes And death shall feast on us all The mills of God grind slowly The adorable light of that which is most divine The fascination of her shape With mansions of awe and splendour Elegant in simplicity So at last your faith rewards you Through fields enriched with pastel shade And fragrant lavenders soft to smell You laugh and drink wine of no great age Nature does scent the farthest shores Face to face your angelic host All hopes in you imperishably kept Is God your wish and all your dreams If your body is frail then yes by all means Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you
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