An endless desert of gray stones
Blue and cold under a giant moon
Two parched lips seeking warmth
Among two fertile angel breasts
Not even wild animals in sight
Sleepless creatures of the night
Fornicating under gray stones
Wild cries and nasty moans
Begetting uglier offsprings
For the frigid arid world
Lucifer waits and watches
From his blue lunar throne
Ha ha ha every time we conceive
After countless shrill moans
The abacus is broken in two
But His supplies still continue
Hidden away under gray stones
Away from bleeding honest eyes
Bleed, you animal, bleed tonight
While our shadows make love
No one to wipe your tears tonight
Your little angel is here with us
Wiping my brow, braiding her hair
Again as we howl and moan
A prisoner of her own virginity
Trapping you in her untouched hair
How does this end you wonder
But some stories never end, my friend
Especially when she and I are writing it
Together, in our hard, stony bed.
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