Devilcrazy God Thirteen - Bethlehem

I am not only a color

But lately 17 and 3

As the 11th will eventually die

Time is brief and never longer

Therefore I allow my shoulder to bury

And all my fingers line one by one

Then I can deny the black hole

And deeply fold in a chasity of insights

Next time we listen to your blood and it results in the sin of my strangled

sprat as half watch the loud pitch laugh in your vicinity

And the evilly humored temptation tarnish fruit-bearing Suicide

My saddle will skid no further into tomorrow

And in 1955 the dead will die in the infernal oblivion of my own domain

However, we won’t conquer like Erinnyen in page two but rather stalk our

soulless nature in 3 shades of grey

To Caress a delusion sometimes causes a peculiar presence which behaves how a

deeply sunken razor would sound in blood and consequently our echos let a glow

in the breastless Bestiarium

No

As my poisoned Shadows broke in two from the Zodiacal Light and only farther a

displeased death of the struggling odoring

Shock of a horned blade in the perfection of Animalistic Lust

Decorating itself in a disgusting Vesture

Bacchanten Climbed Icy Abysses yet, it won’t Bring Forth the tender damnation

Necessity to breed is blinded by the Oviparious yearn for death

And those not against God & Lucifer are suspicious

A dissolute force highhandedly requires danger

When Death Rings for several luckless Maids

Bluish Anarchy will instill over the Gates of Naked lust

Only an elder enrichment of the boiling-points to forgive my life

Will the Blasphemic Origin contribute to all the Graven Feet of the downfall