Cradle of Filth
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A dream or nightmare
There wasn’t much to it. At least not in the end. The various pills and elixirs scattered and spilled on the floor mixed in the piss and vomit. Torrent of tears from mothers with Rosary-wrapped hands held in prayer to a god that wasn’t there while the altar boys knelt to pleasure Father Jesus. The Continue reading
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“The right slot for your sacred key”
Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key I can’t sleep. I haven’t been getting much these last few days, weeks, Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 