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To the Façade of Love

On a cold sunset evening

To twilight's early sleeping

I chant this lament

To the stars it takes ascent

And sing of a façade that is Love

With the beauty of a dove,

But an interior tainted with rot

This pestilent goddess once sought;

Her love I shall requite not.


Upon the midnight tides

In the shadows I hide

From the day and night skies

In which Inanna shines,

On a balcony of spires

That rise like pyres

There fell Selene's crescent rays

That illumined my solemn face

And the gothic manor from which I gaze.


To Autumn I swoon

In her bosom I snuggle attune

On a short-lived afternoon,

To noirceur I praise

Till the end of my days

And the last of my dreams;

To the cimetières and the lifeless trees,

And decaying manors that grant me ease,

For her desires I'd happily please.


To Love: a conniving rat

A wretched cunt whose eyes I spat

Defiled by lust and her fawns

Such promiscuous pawns

Mending the hearts of daughters and sons

A depraved generation born at dawn,

Few have selected foreign lovers and rejected others

Many have become just as worse as their mothers

Some chose the lone path, forevermore they'll suffer.


Damned be these whorespawn knives

Disguised as brides

That have tainted joyous lives

By their hands hath Inanna died.

The shadows I choose

Over Dido's fate I refuse

Her lament so puce

That I wept without ruse,

Such poetry in this sorrowful muse.


Oh, Asphodel, to thee I embrace

And the Mourning Fields I decline

Where Bovary reside, that licentious disgrace

Delusional desires inseminate her mind

Buried 'neath that beguiling face,

The Divine Feminine left in divide,

Desecrated by a Proverbial Lie

Blasphemies against Inanna rose high

Devouring romance for the human race.


To suffer like Poe who mourned and squirmed

Under the wrath of the Conqueror Worm

Through the necropolis I shall sojourn

In quest for the ability to discern

And watch the Jour of Valentine burn.

In the velvet sheets of gloom

Near the proverbial tomb

I await the façade's approaching doom

And anoint the new divine womb.

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