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 s**s 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 k** 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?"