If love is a sinful arch,
thou art the goddess of lust,
envoy of Asmodeus,
my sanity which you oust
I'm a sinner thou guide
kneel before thee I be
enslaved by your dark light
red moon November I see
If your love is my sin
this heart I carve out for thou
be it my offerings
my body, fluid for you
God may forbid this love,
the Second Hell awaits me,
mistaken it for lust,
or I'm mistakenly for thee..
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