Lend me your finest red ears if you would – and listen to this fucked divinity.
It can only be heard through the badness of good, and perpetually domestic sanguinity.
But it’s not that I’m saying “all hail to the slaying”; it’s not that sanguine is divine.
As no god’s there for praying, with your science I’m staying – to mix all your humours with mine.
To kill death where it sits, take a breath from the pits and the depths where your darkest heart stood.
It’s lifeblood that lives on – and for two to be one….we’ll partake in the swappage of blood.

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