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					| The destroying genius of idolsWill shroud the world with utter lies
 Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis
 Portraits have spoken their masters distress
 Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this
 Failing Enochian tapestries
 Depict the prince of fallen virtues
 In almost poetic rhapsody
 Masterbate to the sound of the knell
 The Patchetic stench of dying children
 Perhaps our fall is certain
 Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion
 
 Please put off your veil
 Your heart is blameless
 And I shudder for knowing it
 
 A hot May makes a fat churchyard
 And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy
 Her cry was the saddest of all earth's sounds
 Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin
 Swept away by a moments sadness
 They say rage is a brief madness
 By way of the beloved's farewell
 Give back to nature what we first did take
 And monuments would slowly fill
 The agendas' of Kings and Queens
 In silence our faces bleed
 The holy voice torn away by the gale
 
 Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you
 Love is a game where both players cheat
 Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander
 Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil
 To have and to hold but death no longer parts
 Harlots and sluts, whores of our world
 Expose their stinking vaginas'
 Many who have no will of their own
 Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom
 Are you rich oh lord of vanity
 As you peddle your wears of cruelty
 Dressed up so you look the part
 So blind, it's ignorance you wear
 Quite brutal beyond belief
 Sores that weep their septic tears
 Dragged out through war torn lifetimes
 And death shall feast on us all
 The mills of God grind slowly
 The adorable light of that which is most divine
 
 The fascination of her shape
 With mansions of awe and splendour
 Elegant in simplicity
 So at last your faith rewards you
 Through fields enriched with pastel shade
 And fragrant lavenders soft to smell
 You laugh and drink wine of no great age
 Nature does scent the farthest shores
 Face to face your angelic host
 All hopes in you imperishably kept
 Is God your wish and all your dreams
 If your body is frail then yes by all means
 
 Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you
 HATA BİLDİR
 
 
 
 
 
 
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