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letra de distress - sabaoth

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i don’t come to conquer your flesh tonight
o beast!
in whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir
in your foul tresses a mournful tempest
beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour.

a heavy sleep without those dreams that creep
under curtains alien to remorse, i ask of your bed.

sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,
you who know more of nothingness than the dead.

for vice, gnawing this inborn n-bleness of mine
marked me, like you, with it’s sterility
but shroud-haunted, pale, destroyed, i flee.

while that heart no tooth of any crime
can wound lives in your breast of stone

frightened of dying while i sleep alone

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