The ties around my body
The lie I’ve grown to choose
They move when they are ready
They play up to the deuce
They slip into my belly
And cover up my thighs
Don’t scream if you are failing
Don’t liquify the spice
Your sins are Art in making
Forever and for bad
Get free when you’re mistaken
Get holy when you’re mad
“Seduce” is far from faking
The snakes are getting wild
Blow horns before He breaks in
Before the voice is mild
I’m aching, aching, aching
Preparing for death
The pillars that are shaking
Are swirled into the wreath.
One glance- and they are melted
You turn into the stone
Now don’t resist what’s fated-
Get frozen to the bone.
This is what we debated:
The prize is mine- it’s won.
You fear what you’ve created-
It is the sacred con.
Don’t trust what’s being stated-
You’re still under the spell
Persephone has fainted...
And so she dwells in Hell.
Persephone
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