Imp. of the perverse

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Death by a visitation from God Death by a visitation from God I am shadow Things material and spiritual Maternal Can be heavy Suffocating There are seven iron lamps Which illumine our senses Seven knives Seven iron lamps to illumine our senses And seven bells to celebrate the resurrection Two marble balls in a sack One long and slender candle One mouth Two reckonings Consternation and treachery Are you listening Are you listening to me Are you paying attention to me I am shadow Seven iron lamps Seven oboes Two small balls And one tiny candle Tiny candle One pathetic flame Embers dying Dying Five creatures from the monolith Seven whispers from the catacombs Five and seven numbing mumbling speeches Are you listening I am drawn to do what I should not Guilty, guilty, guilty guilty No, no, never never no Seven mornings Thirteen moons Five wolves One silk spread morning Seven bells for seven senses Each one lusting lusting Guiltily Two milk fed glands ripe and red tipped Are you listening my little mouse Each sense ripped from its bodice Each gland primed to its overflow Do you hear me my little mouse man Do you hear me little cock Semen Are you listening My little tumescence smear Ligeia I stand on the edge and am drawn to it Guilt I am shadow