You are holy and during one night only
I have cherished your taste like sin.
Like an ancient relic they do worship -
fools gold always have to have a religion:
It is your body.
(You do taste exactly like strawberries, did you know?)
You do follow and you do command.
You do beg and you do bleed
into my mouth -
like I'm the shelter while your drowning
into a bliss so bloody immortal it hurts.
Being undead does have it's perks,
let me show them.
Undead. Undead.
Did I steal your breath?
You're now one among us -
we're the fallens.
Come into my coffin, let me teach a trick or two.
The night falls upon us
and we are
the blessed ones.
Her children.
oletus
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