Luyện nghe bài hát Babalon A.D.

I bled on a stretch
Like a Christ
Bears sore stigmata,

And as I Job, I drove
Myself to a wretch
To see if I pity
Or pretty litanies the Lord

So the plot
the coming of days
Ill thickened
With the claret I

And they saw red
I left a dirty stain
A splintered know in the
On Eden's aid

So for the madness

I the walls, naked to the moon
In and Babylon
And through rich whores and
Of the Vatican, I led a Borgia on

I read the Urilia
So that wormed
As live bait for the

And as I hope, I choked
Another pope manna peel
to De Sade
In the entrails of the Bastille

And as he wrote, I
A blow to the heads of France
And in the sheen of
I saw others, fallen,

I was an
old fool
A that crawled
over the past

A wolf in shawl
A razor's edge to the
That the overall
Were never destined to

So glad for the

I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of
Turning sermons with the
On fingers
bad memories lingered
Burning, as Dante was freed to map Hell

I sired schemes and the
To sight of the seams
And the in between

And the lips and the curls
Of this of a world
In glimpses, I see
A nymph eyes for me

Eyes of fire that set all aflame
that surpassed art
In sight, that no device of pain
Could prise their secrets from my

I not her name
Though her kiss was the
Without a of shame
As virtue or sin's

And pressed to her
I my destiny swerve
From reserved
To a grin

So glad for the