Led to other worlds. By the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her. Be my mannequin. . Be my mannequin. I cannot remember. How it was that we first met.
I bled on a pivotal stretch. Like a clockwork Christ. Bears sore stigmata, bored. . And as I threw Job, I drove. Myself to a martyred wretch. To see if I drew pity.
Moon childe. Spawned of rage. Soon childe.... The dawning of a golden age. . Four and twenty acts have passed. Since the pact was signed in blood. Now this fifth lustrum will surely grasp.