Luyện nghe bài hát Great Castration

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

Rejoice and the great castration.
your knives.

They swarm down a talon flood.
frenzied harpies in a rapture of blood.
How comical we to call you a stud.
Now stumpy.
disciple my unholy desire.
Shriek in our immaculate choir.
And set these androgynous afire.
Those sexless are memories.

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

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