Suckling vain desire from the dying Sister
I should have known her behemoth at once
A touch of bloodstained distance I missed her
Absorbed the clenched cervix in secrecy
He drowns his hero in a lake of blood
Stab hand & pen, the pain becomes worse
Stab holy heart, the pain becomes worse
Stab wisdom tongue, the pain becomes worse
Sleep in deepened slumber in the chamber of night
Eating broken sheep in a sea of mud
Take the hands from the clock Time's unforgiven
And still she blights with plagues the marriage hearse.