Oh, what a cruel fate it is to be
Murdered into esse, being thee
Crucifying your innocent demons blessedly
Optically canvassing my house burn quite intentionally,
My house of ecstasy Vivian, my only last recently.

Incarnation to your misery felt too good
My impeccable faint for you was a good mood,
For what you now have done to yourself,
I'll lick your viscous streaks, my...