To the sex god... I hail to thee.
To the high god... I do believe.
In my fantasies... Deep in dreams.
Crystal lines... to please thee.
There's a feeling inside.
Something left behind.
With no place to go.
Pricking your soul.
I see the halo's crossing.
Sex and heaven are now bonding.
The deeper inside it grows.
Its the devils bomb.
Waiting to explode.
To the death god... Hear me please.
From the drug god... There's no release.
In reality... Spilling in my dreams.
Were so innocent... When your the king.
What can you do but look away?
Hide inside, your secret place.
The little voice's speak.
Sadness in what they say.
I've never seen them.
But they never go away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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