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I am stretched naked upon your altar Blood, bones, heart and soul I beg to be your sacrifice To be offered up to the dark gods of your love To be meat for the beast. I crave the knowing of their dark passions And your crimson lust. I would be consumed in your rites of survival. You hold the blade in trembling hands whispering "You are all I want". I feel a burning, cold fullness As my life rushes up to meet your lips To join you in this, the holiest of unions To enter you, fulfill you Be in you, of you. This is full circle, this is forever. You are stretched upon my altar........... |
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