High on Hatred

Weregeld paid in cum and throes of faked orgasm:
I sniff a snow-white lie and hatred gets me high…
Once I took my vows to love 'till death and more,
Then woke to realize my Princess is a whore!

Shallow be thy heart and thrice as deep your cunt;
I'll love thee to the end and fuck you 'till the dawn…

Ishtar part the Gate to Her passion's vulva maze,
Ereshkigal intrigued by Her lesbian fantasies!

Take away the wine - I'll drink absinthe instead;
Midnight hath told twelve - I'm chilling out in Hell…

I'm fucking high on hatred!

"Si linguis hominum loquar et angelorum caritatem autem non habeam factus sum velut aes sonans aut cymbalum tinniens. Et si habuero prophetiam et noverim mysteria omnia et omnem scientiam et habuero omnem fidem ita ut montes transderam caritatem autem non habuero nihil sum…"