Rising filth in the leeches gut, drains the starved for celebration.
The blood of swans, his opiate.
Step aside, celestial shield, I'll forego my fields, forego the name.
The maiden breaks, he honors you, that fattened thief, he honors you.
A restrained titan with the stolen dream, hears a taunting tone, and you coddle him.
That rotten cunt, teasing the lost, you're feeding him, you're hiding him.
From created steel, you're hiding sin.
Bring me the severed head of John the bastard.
Or its seventeen miles from a beautiful crime.
Bring me his severed head.
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