Feel the cold stream,
Pouring out of me,
Into your wet dreams,
Trying to set you free,
Contemplation of masturbation, a false sin,
Temptation of the sweet fruit lies within,
Wondering how things would've been,
Left poundering with your head, froze with the same ole' grin.
Fantasy and fear,
Left buzzing in your ear,
Wicked happiness a sound,
The love of apollo resounds,
Gazing at the stars left in his universe,
Writing the last words to his serene song,
Frustration of love through his last verse,
Knowing now it won't be too long,
Let me see the movie end,
The credits will roll with the thunder,
And to you my beautiful friend,
Our majesty will tear this world asunder.
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