Luyện nghe bài hát Great Castration

He drew a question from a of flies,
'Are colors in the dreams of the blind?'
He the answer when you tore out his eyes,
'Does black
Flaccid the member you clench.
Exalted walking stench.
Your lover was a street working wench.
And she you.

Rejoice and the great castration.
Sharpen knives.

They swarm down a manicured flood.
frenzied harpies in a rapture of blood.
How we used to call you a stud.
Now stumpy.
Fervent disciple my desire.
Shriek harmonies in our choir.
And set these corpes afire.
sexless seraphim are memories.

She won't pick your bones all.
Your skull its place upon the wall.
Where her scarred you,
those maggots are to you.

They found her swinging from a
in the basement of the church of Christ.
We RAPE.
We know whose are stained red.