The Raping Of Faith

Flowers lift your precious head to me
I have come to her warm embrace
The gentle touch of surreality
A sweet kiss from beloved faith

The gardens swim with fervent life tonight
I sense the beauty that waits for me there
Dancing with the statues in the pale moonlight
The velveret whisper at play with her hair

Midnight
Crue vehemence bares the scene to close
In jealously come for her
Temper your crude rod beneath her clothes
She suffers in silence
Violence fills the air
Blood thickens in hatred
Madness shrouds her court in darkness