Beauty is a virgins pinch
Beauty is blasphemy

Beauty is a sick rose
Beauty is truth
Lips always cool

Thin, hard tongue
Beauty is the beginning of terror
Beauty is a circle

She likes me to stand
While she sucks me
I searched all over the abbey

Justine now gone
Her soul free, to be
Distinct in my mind

As i see you
Disencumber skin of darkness
Bleeding into

The structure
Essence of unholy form
To kill the persona

To supress the lies of mind
The opinion is distortion
In perfection of void

Destroy false self
"Thus does your master
Cure the bind, crucified?"