Words burnt in damnation
Creatures in Dusk Bloom Violets
whispering wonders camouflaged by the desire,
defiled by the wild all tuned in the markings of the sith,
that bite and rip through the garden's isle,
denial, defile the morgue born atrocity,
spread the seed of hate
in the pleasures of love
Lust at first glance
with the night fulfiled
as tipped lips fill creme de la cum
Fresh decisive rambitions expotential misey
Creatures in Dusk bloom violets!
Blood of christanity from crude violence!
Churnning and turning for rapture you seek
THE WEAK PARLELLS OF UNIVERSAL CORRODIENCE
Creatures in dusk bloom violets.