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You are in my dreams

The darkness in my eyes

The rapture in my screams

Black Goddess arise



Gentle sheep’s amuse Gods

With their joy and misery

Imperceptibly surrounding them

With satiety and fucking creeds

Pouring sounds spill the night

Dirty windows let the wind

Roaming in the gloom of voices

Blend with of voice my mind



You are in my dreams

The darkness in my eyes

The rapture in my screams

Black Goddess arise



The sense of reality being the law of control

Recollection is the only food there is nothing around



The cold night awakened Her

Black Goddess arise



Pouring sounds spill the night

Dirty windows let the wind

Roaming in the gloom of voices

Blend with of voice my mind



You are in my dreams

The darkness in my eyes

The rapture in my screams

Black Goddess arise

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