Like Luther's Army And Abel's Brother I Woke to Find Only to Smother An Angel Fat At Satan's Feast Where Falsehood, Childhood, and Loneliness Cease Delicate Like Grief I Am Rapist Well-Heeled Double the Echo of Silence Like a Dusty Dead Rose Contaminate With Neglect Every Little Heart Should End Up Broken And Shrouded by Fog
Like Luther's Army And Abel's Brother I Woke to Find Only to Smother An Angel Fat At Satan's Feast Where Falsehood, Childhood, and Loneliness Cease
Asleep in The Stubble of Autumn The Pain was Calvary Our Living on Empty! The Dead of It- The Dread of It-